tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post6275608869831482391..comments2023-08-26T08:23:03.820-07:00Comments on Let It Be Raw Photography: I moved to a new stateLet It Be Rawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833786830415515761noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093314512925879986.post-4246308386811569372014-07-09T07:12:35.885-07:002014-07-09T07:12:35.885-07:00I very much enjoyed reading this. You write like J...I very much enjoyed reading this. You write like Joan Didion: introspective but with an air of detachment, as if you are watching your feelings go by, like on a train ride watching the scenery move past you. I can only relate so much to what you are saying. I've had it a bit luckier, coming into a program where my job and relationships were secure, but there's this sense of being removed from everything I am experiencing, like I don't actually belong here. At least not yet. I met a woman who said it takes two years for a place to feel like home, when you can confidently call yourself a local. When I moved to St. Louis, the second and third months were the hardest. The excitement wore off, the days got shorter and significantly colder, and I realized that I wasn't on vacation. I don't know what your experience will be, but I do know, that even when you get a job and get settled, you will still have some significant bumps in the road. Try to look at them compassionately. Portland is not the biggest culture shock from Santa Cruz, but it's still a change and it will take time for your body mind and spirit to adjust. Take long walks. Write letters. Write poetry. Cry. Laugh. When you regret your decision, which you will at times, remember that you had the guts to take a risk and were willing to leave behind familiarity so that you could grow.Eric Bablinskashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10474389074954614019noreply@blogger.com