Being an only child I have always had that hint of loneliness in me. It’s not in my heart or my head, I feel it somewhere in my back, where an older sibling would grab you to give you a bear hug or where a younger sibling would grab on for a piggy back ride.
When I moved overseas on my grand adventure I had to say goodbye to my best friends, my brothers and sisters from other mothers and go out in to the world on my own, to find who I am without any prejudgement’s from people who have known you since kindy, or knew what happened at that party when you were 17. I brought a long a few things which make me, me. My Ritchie dog, I’ve slept with him since I was 18 months old and even now on my way to being 24 I don’t see any reason to stop. He comforts me in a way that only he can. I’ve also found things that have helped a long the way. [Photo:12559053] I have been away from home for almost two years now, and if it wasn’t for this lil baby I would feel even further away from home. Even though I’m in the great white north I can talk to people in the land down under daily, making us feel more together. I’ve been a lot of places and seen a lot of things, and I’ll always have the memories, well that is until the Alzimers which runs in the family sets in, but then I will always have the photos. On a long bus ride from one provence to the other i wrote in my phone “I’m found myself, now I’m just waiting to find you”. A couple of months later, I did. He is an only child too.
erinwoodgatesphotography on 2011-06-17