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I’ve officially moved to San Francisco. It feels surreal. Like I’ve just turned the page and started a whole new chapter. The city is alive in a way that’s hard to put into words. It’s all so different from what I’m used to, and I can already feel the inspiration buzzing in the background. Part of me hopes this change will be exactly what I need. A new city means new light, new streets, and new stories waiting to be captured through my lens.

But before I can dive into all of that, I need to find a job. I’ve only saved enough to last me about six months, which, I’ll admit, isn’t the most responsible decision I’ve ever made. But sometimes you need to take a risk, and this one felt necessary. I couldn’t stay where I was any longer, stuck in the same loop, waiting for something to change. I had to make it myself.

I know the months ahead won’t be easy. I’ll probably stumble, maybe even wonder if I made a mistake. But that’s part of the process. Struggle sharpens you. It forces you to grow. And as much as I’m nervous about it, I’m also ready for it. I’ve been craving something new for a long time, and now here I am, standing right in the middle of it.

For now, I’ll be hunting for work, building some stability, but also carving out time to wander, observe, and shoot whenever I can. San Francisco is too full of life to ignore. There’s so much here waiting to be seen.

So here’s to a new life in a new city. Hopefully, six months from now, I’ll look back at this decision and know it was the right one. Until then, I’ll be out here trying to find myself.

One frame at a time.