TWENTY

  • Oct 24, 2012

Tomorrow I turn twenty.

 

The thought is a little terrifying, I can feel butterflies playing havoc in my stomach as I over think the whole ordeal. What is age really? To think that I am still a teenager today is probably stranger than becoming an adult tomorrow. I feel so very different from fifteen year old me, seventeen year old me and even eighteen year old me. Thats what living out of home does to you. Once I turned eighteen everything changed. I finished school, my parents moved to a new city, I moved out into my own little apartment, I found myself in a full-time job, I learned to cook for myself and clean for myself, I felt unsafe where I was living and forced to move, I cried and laughed and was lonely and happy and I aged ten years in one.

 

This year has flown before my eyes. Moving cities, living with my mother until we found our feet, moving into our little cottage home by the seaside, studying what I love, shooting less but improving, having the chance to meet Nirrimi after speaking online for so many years, adopting little bunny arnold and feeling young again.

 

To try and escape the nerves of turning older I am looking forward into the future. Two more years in Melbourne and martin and I will be qualified in our fields. We will sell our belongings, keeping just the clothes on our backs. We will then begin our endless travel. Beginning in england, we will buy a van and travel europe, living off the land, stopping wherever the magic takes us. I want to live in Ireland, between the purple mountains and crystal clear rivers, welcoming the rain and the kind souled people. We will travel unknown countries earning our keep on farms and picking fruit and helping build communities. When I close my eyes I can picture getting on that plane tomorrow. But for now I am happy here, in our little loft bedroom listening to the howling wind and singing birds. Two more years is not so long.

 

To end this post here are some of my photo diary pictures from my past week. I can’t wait to document my life so when I grow old and weary and my mind is tired I can look back through these pictures and be forever young.

travelling by train to house-sit at my mothers house. marvelling at how much the trains heading north are cleaner and newer than those in the west.

waking in the morning to warm rain and running out in my pyjamas to photograph the spring flowers in my mothers garden

her garden is a little hidden gem

walking jasper to the local park, he was upset he couldn’t go as fast as martin on his skateboard

exploring the perfect little vintage shop and choosing outfits for a shoot this weekend

wanting to buy all of the clothes for myself

getting lost in antique stores and the history of each object. i am fascinated by old things, clothes, houses, furniture, trinkets – and the stories they have hidden within

a self portrait documenting nineteen, where the camera is my eyes.

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