I kept telling myself that it was okay. That I needed to finish university, satisfy what everyone thought I should be doing post high school, continue to grow a life with my boyfriend and eventually it would happen. Inside however, I was plagued by the feeling that the longer I left catching a flight to Paris, the more the city felt like a dream world that my mind had made up to escape from reality.
When I travel somewhere new, I like to do the least amount of research possible. Partly because I am in fact lazy, but also because I prefer getting tips off friends, locals, and sometimes even my barista.
I thought to myself, I could live here. In the middle of nowhere so far away from civilised society where the ocean meets the dense mountains. Where the water is crystal clear and blue where the birds can be heard and the stars seen. This is where I could live.
The fact that I visited New Zealand ten months ago is shocking. The fact that only now am I sharing my photos from my time there is alarming. Sometimes I do this thing where I work so hard on my client work that I forget that I have other images I need and want to edit. Finally however, I've managed to power through my files and release these into the wild (yay!).