it seems i am quite terrible at blogging, though i have been documenting my life in my own small ways for as long as i can remember.
i lost my love for my camera sometime during this year. i lost my words too.
it broke my heart a little bit, and i've had a lot of breakdowns along this road of recovery.
i've spent a lot of this year 'figuring things out'.
i'm still not a thousand percent sure what i'm doing, or where i'm going to be doing it yet, nothings stable in my heart just yet. i'm still finding my way, and that's okay.
one thing that hasn't been lost is my love for being out there in the world. this year alone, i've been home to los angeles three times, out to the desert twice, and to the northern beaches here in sydney. and before the year is up, i'll be home once more, and then on to canada, and finally beginning the year in paris. it seems i'm in a different country for new years every year. i'm not complaining.
here's to finding yourself, through backroads and overgrown paths.