Well. This has been a long time post I've been writing in my head for quite sometime. Graduation had come and gone and now I've found myself in my childhood home, surrounded by cardboard boxes of books, clothing and trinkets of my university days - trying to squeeze myself and my life for the past five years into a place I don't quite remember. It's a strange thing coming back, coming back to a town and a house that doesn't feel like home anymore. To place where you have no plans, no future or no prospects. Its a scary and uncomfortable adventure. It's weird being this age, in this time in my life. I still feel so young, so native, however with the pressures of advancing to a more adult and mature way of life. I guess I'm here to declare the transition my life has taken. I don't know where I'm going but I know where I've come from. I've spent five years practicing a craft I know in my heart I adore, the question remains, where it will take me. However, as seen above, I have an amazing family that I will always continue to document.
Stay tuned.
