Dear Notebook,

It's not you. It's me. Actually, never mind, that's not true. It's all you, because you seem to have this thing called a finite number of pages. And, well, I've reached the last page with you, Notebook. I'm sorry, but it looks like it's time to say goodbye.

We've had some good times, Notebook. I've shared many thoughts and stories with you. I want to thank you for tolerating the spontaneous scribbling I do when I suddenly have a burst of inspiration and I know if I don't write it down immediately, I will forget. So thank you, Notebook, for being half of my memory.

Or, really, more like half of my brain. Thoughts, stories, bits and pieces of assignments, all of that finds home somewhere in your pages. I must say, Notebook, you are amazing. To make sense of such mindless mumbo-jumbo... I don't know how you do it.

Your last page, Notebook*

Yet all good things must come to an end, which unfortunately must happen with this relationship. It seems like you've been used for every little thing, but there's only so many random thoughts you can stand, I'm sure. Now that we've reached the last page of our journey together, I hope you will accept my gratitude as well as my goodbye.

I will never forget you, Notebook, but I must move on to bigger and better things, and maybe some notebooks with more blank pages than you.

Also, Notebook, I'm really sorry that your last page isn't inscribed with this beautiful goodbye message, but a page of Dutch Blitz scores (and I didn't even win).

We can still be friends, Notebook, I promise.

Sincerely,
Gracie

**In case you're wondering, whenever I keep score for Dutch Blitz I get everyone to choose a nickname...