For my personal photo essay, I want to centre my story around my journey moving from Auckland to Sydney and how, ironically, leaving helped me gain a deeper appreciation of my home. Growing up, I thought my city was small and unexciting. The cityscape and everyday scenes became increasingly monotonous and lacklustre to me. As a child and teenager, I was greatly influenced by films, blogs and other media which predominantly portrayed romanticised images of places in the USA or Europe. I lived in a city which I could hardly ever see on the screen. With idealistic dreams and a longing to see these big and faraway cities, I took a leap and started a new chapter in Sydney.
Arriving in Sydney, I was mesmerised by the new opportunities and sights presented to me at every corner. It was refreshing yet daunting to live in a city where I didn't know anyone. However, when a few months had passed by, feelings of homesickness and loneliness began to creep into existence. After that, the feelings came and hit me in waves throughout the next 2 years.
If I were to pinpoint a specific moment in time when these waves of homesickness, loneliness and anxiety started to ebb away, it would be the period where I moved off-campus and into my friendâs house. Here, I was able to find solace in the comforts of suburbia. The daily walks home from the station served as an opportunity for me to explore my neighbourhood, and I soon came to notice common sights and happenings that reminded me of home. This sense of familiarity and connection to home has been my greatest consolation. It is interesting that some of the things I found so insignificant about my Auckland home are the very things that helped me appreciate what I had left behind.
I have chosen this story because:
I'm grateful for the unexpected but special lessons and realisations this experience has given me
Before, I failed to value and appreciate what I had and instead of acknowledging how lucky I was to live where I did, I desired to move somewhere "better". I would like this photo essay to be a homage of some sort to my home, to show my appreciation and fondness for it
I'm interested in exploring the concept of "home" as well as memoriesâŠand how certain things can suddenly evoke memories we had buried or forgotten for a long time; how inconsequential things can end up carrying so much weight and significance
Some editing and creative decisions I could employ to convey my story:
Contrasting filters or saturation levels of photos to represent different times or distinguish between images taken in Auckland and images taken in Sydney
Split screen to highlight similarities
Music to carry feelings of nostalgia, longing, warmth and affection
Overlaying images on top of each other or onto specific, meaningful objects