On Commitment

With the somewhat quickly approaching end of my photography school years (I'd say the end was moderately approaching) I am yet again trying to decide what to do when I'm done. Now the obvious answer is, take pictures. (I'm not completely stupid). The issue though is I have that restless feeling again. You know the one, where you've lived in one spot for three years and that's a LONG time? Or is that simply a product of being a military brat? I don't know. Anyway, I was pretty much all set to do a runner again. The main options being: go teach English in an Asian country (again), but this time Korea perhaps. Or Tokyo. Cruise ship photography or perhaps find a job in Yellowknife or somewhere very north and try that out for a bit. Korea was winning by a fair margin, and not just because I'm sick of the cold and don't want to share bunk beds on a boat with a stranger. So, Korea is looking kind of good and I'm lying in bed the other night (because really who needs sleep?) thinking about all this nonsense and I realized that moving to a foreign country, or boarding a ship, or the Great North don't scare me at all. They're fun and interesting adventures, which is great and all, but something I've done. What I realized in my 2am insomniac state is that what I'm really scared of doing is settling down for a bit. This is the thing I've never tried: staying.

Anway what all that inane rambling amounts to is I think i'm going to try to stick it out in Halifax for a bit. It may be small, and not have a Korean BBQ restaurant, the transit system may suck and the photography job market is kind of saturated, I may have no head for business and the attention span of a gnat sometimes, I have no clue where to start and no car to get there, but what better place to try to stick it out! I'm only half kidding. There is lots to do here and making your own fun is pretty much a requirement wherever you go. So my next big adventure is going to be a commitment.

k-

ps. it'd be boring to leave you without a picture....