I have such a thing for paper and pencils. I mean, I love the convenience of e-readers and cell phones, and that I can use them to remind me of things or read books with one hand (you know, like when I was nursing a baby in the middle of the night.)
They’re awesome. They have their place.
But there’s something about writing or drawing on paper or opening a real book that speaks to my soul. The feel of it, the smell of it… there’s just nothing like it.
That’s probably why I’m obsessed with the idea of bullet journals.