When the clock turned to midnight, I stepped into a chilly January 1, 2018 with high expectations. And like most, I was humbled. Not even a month graduated from university, I fantasized about diving into a photojournalism internship, in a distant town, telling important stories and cultivating new relationships.
It was picture perfect (no pun intended). And yet, after I finished my final responsibilities at my student newspaper, I found myself with a growing pile of rejection emails and a booked room at La Réserve Parents.
I was home. I had that option. I was lucky. And yet, I was blind to my fortune. I resented my circumstances. “I’m supposed to be out documenting life, not watching it from my childhood window,” I would think to myself.
Looking back now, I feel disappointed in that person. I abandoned so quickly all the truths I preached before… Life is happening everywhere. Stories can be told anywhere.
In 2019 I hope to leave behind the privilege that blinded me before and hold on tighter to what is true.
NOTE: Not all of 2018 was spent feeling sorry for myself (here’s looking at you reality check 7352). Thanks to some exceptional friends and mentors I picked up my camera again and made a few images. Here are some of my favorites.