the last page of my sketchbook

Having a sketchbook that accompanies me this last one year is almost like having an alter ego. Its pages express my feelings while I quietly draw in one corner of the world. Finally, it records the journeys I had, places I've been, and gives a sense of flash back along with the events in between times. It surprisingly helps me to be more patient.

So when it comes to the last page, I kinda feel... lost. At first I thought if someday I ran out of sketchbook, I could easily replace it with the new one. As a matter of fact, I can't.

And this is a scene I drew on the last page of my sketchbook.