i’ve been living in boston since april and haven’t managed to muster much creativity in a long while. this is probably the worst venue to say that photography has fallen by the wayside and a part of me feels entirely disconnected. but with a new home, job, & routine forming, (and confirmation that the old camera i bought off ebay actually functions..), i’m hopeful that i’ll have the headspace to begin again.
i’m used to making a home out of temporary places, but finally, i’ve found one that for the foreseeable future, will be mine. as much as my generation’s obsession with wanderlust (i’ve grown to roll my eyes at this word) continues to make everyone feel like they need to be somewhere else, i’m grateful to finally be standing still. even after traveling to scenic, already flourishing gardens for short stints, nothing has been as satisfying as watching my own struggle of a garden start from scratch and change evvver so slightly each morning.