Advice, Communication, Observations, Student Exchange, Travel

August: Humboldt County

In August 2012, I arrived in Humboldt County. To embark on a journey that I thought would lead to the discovery of a wildly different culture to my own, to the discovery of new perspectives, new ideas, new relationships, to the discovery of both amazing and disgusting food. But I discovered more than I bargained for because I was not expecting to discover myself.

My time at Humboldt State University seemed to be nothing but challenge after challenge. Some would have put it down to homesickness, others might have seen that I wasn’t content working toward a degree I was no longer happy studying. Don’t get me wrong, I was still determined to pursue photography, I simply didn’t have the strength to pursue my studies of it. I knew my time in America was limited and I made choices, I prioritised. I threw myself into my social life and travelling America. I did so because I didn’t want to spend so much of my time trying to complete assignments that had no bearing on my discovery of the culture I had long been fascinated by. Nor did I want to capture – and therefore interrupt my experience of – my friendships, adventures and discoveries. I wanted to experience the culture – and in my mind that was very much the opposite of what taking photographs would allow me to do. It would only ever be a superficial documentation if I did not have any deeper level of understanding and would serve as a reminder of the experience I had missed out on.

Despite failing half of my classes, I don’t have any regrets. I gained strengths socially and emotionally through friendships that will hopefully last a lifetime. My confidence has been at an all time high since my exchange because the people I met on exchange believed in me. My personal identity was strengthened by peers who accepted me wholly – with all of my faults. Funnily enough, putting my insecurities on show allowed me to accept those parts of myself because others had accepted them without question.


Music, Photographs, San Francisco

Fifty and Film

If you follow my blog you know that I went down to San Francisco for Treasure Island Music Festival the weekend before last. I only packed one backpack for the weekend because I didn’t feel as though I needed more than that. So therefore I didn’t have room to take my digital camera. I opted to take my 35mm film camera instead. Also because it’s lighter and looks less professional which is a good thing because usually festivals don’t let you in with professional looking equipment without a press pass. Continue reading

Finance, Music, Photographs, San Francisco

I am a Sk8er Boi

When I was younger I always copied my cousin Jessica’s haircut. When ever I saw her at a family gathering and noticed a new style, I’d always follow suit. But it was strange because I never played with the girls when I was little. I played with Michael. He was the first boy after five girls and I was the youngest, so we played together. For the most part I was very much a tomboy. I owned Cabbage Patch Dolls but played with Lego, Thunderbird action figures, I did commando crawls and pretended to be a soldier. Now, I’ve noticed I’m beginning to copy my cousin again, although this time I’m copying Michael. Continue reading

Photographs, Student Exchange

Mid-Term Crisis

So this was by far the most stressful week of University I’ve ever had. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that my first seven weeks of classes were very creatively unproductive. I could not get into the groove for so long and my creative brain slightly atrophied, so I was left with 8 weeks worth of work that needed to be completed in a week so that I could go down to San Francisco for Treasure Island Music Festival, which I have been looking forward to before I was even accepted to go on exchange. Continue reading

Celebrations, Photographs, Student Exchange

I’ll Have My Cake, And Eat It Too

12:00AM PDT, September 28, 2012

My very sneaky friends surprised me with a cake for my birthday. Nissa, Johanna, Kelly and Nidham all baked a cake for me while Courtney and Lorea distracted me and kept me up. They came down and sang Happy Birthday and I cried a little. It was a rainbow cake and it tasted amazing. Continue reading