If I had to describe moving home with one word, I’d say it’s a very intense experience. It requires a whole lot of planning, thinking, and organization. It involves a lot of stress and takes up a lot of your time. But these are the things we already know, right?
After recently moving into the fifth apartment in three years, I started noticing other things, those that few people mention when they talk about moving home. Other than stress, excitement, planning, and organization, this significant event in your life involves some quirks, joys, and side effects that can be annoying, but also pretty funny.
Risking to sound cheesy and cliché, I must say: I couldn’t live without music. It adds flavor to my everyday life and a soundtrack to most of my memories. When I go to a concert, it’s the best night out I can imagine. But, concerts in the 21st century come with a phenomenon I rant about whenever I can: smartphones.
Every time I go to a concert, I feel like I’m the last of the Mohicans: someone who has come to a concert to enjoy the music, sing along, dance, cry, laugh, and clap my hands until my palms are numb. Other than listening, I’m there to watch the performance, too. But it seems that most people prefer watching the entire show through the tiny displays of their phones. And this time, I won’t even bitch about how those people are blocking everyone else’s view. I wanna discuss whether or not they can even enjoy the show if they watch it entirely through a smartphone screen.
Today is my 30th birthday. It’s a scary age when you’re a woman, especially if you live in the Balkans. The society, your parents, relatives and acquaintances expect you to get married and have kids by this age. To take care of yourself, your loved one, and your younglings. And if this hasn’t happened, you can feel the pressure even if no one says anything. You understand and feel that you’re getting older, but on the other hand – you’re still so young at heart.
It’s a confusing age. I’ve even heard it being called “second puberty.” You may also feel a little confused in your early 30s, just like me. And if you do, be sure that you’re not the only one. These are some of my concerns, and maybe they’ll at least help others feel less lonely.
Yesterday, I felt the scent of fresh laurel for the first time.
I was walking up and down the streets and staircases of Herceg Novi, allowing myself to go astray and enjoying the exploration of a city completely new to me. I didn’t put my earphones and played music – I didn’t want to lose myself in it and miss something. I focused on my sense of sight and let it guide me, so it can point me to the scenes worth photographing. And they were everywhere.
I spent a few hours wandering around and taking photos. I got a bit tired, so I finally decided do head back to the place where I was staying. While I was walking up the last narrow staircase, I was already somewhere else in my mind. And all of a sudden, I was brought back to the real world by an extraordinary scent.
Today, an article and the fact that I share opinion with more people than I though inspired me to try and answer all of my and other people’s questions about why I don’t want to have kids.
I talked about this with many of my female friends, because all of us are about the same age, in long relationships or married. We are approaching, or we’re just over the “scary age of 30.” So, the comments, questions and gossip about our life choices have begun. Why on Earth don’t we still have children?
I had an interesting discussion in a photography group on Facebook a few days ago. It started with my question about the 35 mm lens, and I ended up discussing zoom lenses with a member of the group. He said that, as an event photographer, he does not have the luxury of moving around and focusing with his feet. I support him and agree with him – up to some point.
I am not an event photographer, so I have the luxury to experiment. A while ago I was in a situation where my prime lens was put to a test in event photography – and I believe it passed.