I remember when I was younger I would dream of living in a big city. I pictured owning a condo in
or New York , and working full time at a job that my prestigious university education gave me. I’d wear fancy Chanel business attire, and my spacious walk-in closet would be filled with items by Armani, Hermes, Dolce & Gabbana, Versace, Dior, and Prada. My makeup would always be flawless, and my hair would be long and shiny from the countless salon blow-outs. I’d be a socialite, and attend tons of events and parties, and basically have the exact same life as Serena van der Woodsen from Gossip Girl. Toronto
That plan has changed drastically. I thank God every day that it did. This is the story of the last few years that have brought me to where I am today.
In September 2009 I attended
for Social Sciences in hopes of putting my big-city-plan into action. That lasted for about a semester until I realized that I absolutely hated the career path I was on, and the person I was becoming was literally disgusting (I’m not going to get into details, just know that behind a cheerful face can be a dark and seriously messed up girl). Operation “grow up and become a better me” was a complete fail, so I moved back home in hopes of salvaging the old McMaster University and figuring out what the next step in my life would be. Taylor
Photography saved me. I’ve always been intrigued, but never did I think that a successful occupation could come of it. I enrolled in the Photography Institute shortly after arriving home, and from there started taking risks that eventually led to Taylor Rebecca Photography.
I saw hope for my future again. I was inspired, excited, and so passionate about what I was doing. Life was beautiful, and being able to capture that with a camera made it even better. I fixed the relationships I had ruined. I pursued new relationships with people who I would never have met if it hadn’t been for photography. I learned to appreciate the simple things, and realized that it’s not about how much money you make, it’s if you’re happy. I was. I still am.
Completely refreshed after that spring and summer, I decided to try moving out of my parents’ house again. University taught me nothing about paying my bills and living on my own. I had an unlimited meal card to swipe whenever I was hungry, and lived in a dorm mostly full of over-privileged party animals whose parents paid for their education.
I knew that Josh was going back to
in the fall to finish his schooling, and I decided to go with him. I found my own little apartment, got a job, and established an internship with a local photographer to further my skills. Hamilton
Fast-forward seven months to the present. It’s April 2011 and I’m getting ready to pack up my apartment and move back in with my parents for the summer. My time in
has flown by. Although it hasn’t always been easy living here, I’m so glad I did it. Hamilton
I’ve learned to work hard and pay my bills on time. I know what it’s like to eat nothing but rice and potatoes for a week because I only had a few dollars left after paying said bills. I’ve learned how to manage and budget money. I know how to independently navigate my way through a big city. I was educated on wedding photography by one of the finest. I got engaged to the boy I’ve had a crush on since I was fifteen. I realized how amazing home is on the
, and Josh and I plan on eventually settling down and raising a family there. I can now say I’m officially ready for the next step in my life. South Bruce Peninsula
Plans change. What you initially think your life will end up like can be altered dramatically. I went from dreaming of a luxurious city life, to wanting nothing more than a cozy little house in a small town where I’m genuinely happy with the person I love most.
This is what has been on my mind lately. I’ll be back shortly with more.