There’s something about empty, abandoned houses. To me they stand for change. They always give me this slightly eerie feeling, while on the other hand I love to see traces of people who lived their lives in their homes but now moved on to something new. Maybe bigger? Maybe cheaper? Maybe closer to their families? I blame it on my curious and imaginative nature, but these are the type of things I always wonder when looking at an empty space. Will it adapt to change, will it stand the test of time? Will it be loved? Or just demolished and replaced by a new building? What has it been used for and what will its new purpose be?
Talking about purpose: I’ve got a new job and I’m utterly excited about it. But slightly nervous as well. Not in a bad way, but change is something I always aim for, but on the other hand fear sometimes as well. I know I won’t be able to stop it from coming, so all I can do is either adapt to it or get left behind. And there’s something I dread even more than change and that is the feeling of being left behind. To no longer make any progress. So I came to realise that the more things change, the more they stay the same as well, because they all boil down to that one same question: do we fall back on what we know or do we step forward to something new? I always choose the latter. Change is good. To me, change is everything.
^ Not sure why the sizes of my images are a bit off on desktop. Will fix it asap!