Hello, everyone! Today’s post is a bit different.
I used to be weirdly self-conscious about taking photographs while traveling. Of course, I was actually weirdly self conscious about almost everything, but this was particularly strange, seeing as my father was a professional photographer and my mother was a joyful tourist in all aspects of life.
Regardless, even though I wandered quite a bit with my family before my teens, the first time I really began to document my travels through a lens was in South Korea two years ago.
That was with the help of Instagram, and more of my pictures were blurry than not, but I’ve since taught myself the way around my dad’s ‘fancy professional camera’ and realized that photography is just art that you have to find.
(Trust me, basic knowledge of composition really helps.)
Anyway, this is me:
Lots of things have happened in the seemingly short span of two years – besides travel blogging, I’ve also decided to start wearing decent clothes, putting on makeup, and actually doing things with my hair. But besides that, my personal growth has been astronomical. I feel like I’ve finally sort of grounded myself and figured out what path I want to take in life, and rooted out the unnecessary crap that was dragging me down. In terms of my personal relationships I’m happier and healthier, and although I still have plenty of troublesome times, it doesn’t weigh me down like it used to. I’m essentially SUPER OPTIMISTIC but with that touch of real-world cynicism, and it’s great.