After I retired and before I was able to travel much I kept a very detail budget for about three years. I even purchased a neat program that I was able to individualize. Then I drive off one time and left the computer behind and I never got back in the habit. But by that time I had paid off the last big chunk of debit that was hanging over my head and I had learned about my expenses and where my money went every month/year. I learned how thin a shoe string I could manage to live on. etc. At this point I am sensitive to bigger ticket items or repairs and think about the cost of groceries and gas, etc because I know that I have built in that "travel/dog/fun" fund.....I know that I have enough budget to cover normal expenses and a safety net for emergencies. I am good with that.
On the "diary" note....my step mother always kept a journal of her travels (Her travels consisted of airplanes, boats, ships, Inns, hotels, motels and staterooms) She loved her trips. She loved her pictures and telling us all about her trips. (On the sad side she never thought to invite and of the family to travel with her
) Those little books and the picture albums sat on her shelves. They made the trip from the house to her independent apartment after my father passed and then they moved with her into assisted living. I only looked into one of them once. She wrote many details down including what she ate and how much it cost but little reflection of how the place made her feel or any reflections of thoughts. It was sort of sad really. The prices of lunch but not what looking across the savannah of Africa felt like.
After she passed I packed all of them up, brought them to my house and passed them to her daughter when she came in for the Memorial service. I am not sure she even looked at them before she threw them out. I do know that my step mother when she was in assisted living and having trouble even walking talked about how she would read through them and remember her wonderful trips. The administrator and one of the other employees would stop by her rooms about once a month. She would serve them drinks and she got to talk about all her trips and entertain them.
The sad part.....
Mostly, we did not find her trips all that entertaining and long ago had gotten over her trying to be the center of attention and dominating topics and conversations because she thought no one was as important as she was.....