heavy and tired

I didn‘t know where to go on this day, so I drove to my place in the forest, close to my family’s home — where I took two of my ”At the end of November” photos, where I used to go running every other day, where I found back to photography while working on my uni application back in 2012, where I took a few people over the years, where I felt safe. This time, I stayed in the car, and let all the memories I connected to this place rush past. In the moment, heavy and tired. But so grateful for how far I’ve come.