I’ve become increasingly frustrated at the transient connections and repetitive conversations with the everyday traveller. The rising competitiveness of how many countries we’ve been to or how many nights out drinking we’ve had - do we even care?
Some could say that this was my quarter life crisis. Amidst growing pressure to be both young and free; while also settling down, I decided to leave behind anything I thought I knew and create my own story.
As 2018 comes to an end, it is hard not to get sentimental over the past 364 days. I’ve visited a dozen countries, had countless emotional breakdowns, questioned myself and my decisions daily and somehow - against all odds - survived and even thrived.
I've come back from a trip where I was meant to go 'find myself,' and actually have. It's not like I can answer the question of "who are you" without any doubt or hesitation. But I know who I am right now. I know that I am finding comfort in the discomfort of not knowing.
In an attempt to capture the essence of Belgrade, I started taking a lot of videos. The streets, the views, the random things I was encountering on a daily basis and made up my impressions of this city - I cut it all together in a short, amateur iMovie creation.