{"id":178,"date":"2005-08-28T20:20:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-29T03:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gregwhitephoto.com\/blog\/?p=178"},"modified":"2009-09-08T17:29:20","modified_gmt":"2009-09-09T00:29:20","slug":"countdown-4-weeks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gregwhitephoto.com\/blog\/2005\/08\/countdown-4-weeks\/","title":{"rendered":"Countdown 4 weeks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Shit shit shit.  Why am I going on this trip anyway?   Everyone I talk to is &#8220;so jealous&#8221; about my trip.   So now I feel this obligation to have the &#8220;trip of a lifetime&#8221; just so I don&#8217;t dissapoint them.  But, I don&#8217;t even know the real reasons for doing this.  Sure, I&#8217;ve always wanted to do something like this, but in a very vague, general way.  Now that it&#8217;s actually going to happen, I really feel like I should have more concrete reasons for picking up and leaving for a year.  Ok, so let me try to figure it out:<br \/>   1. Travelling educates, broadens the mind, frees one from prejudices, helps one to discover oneself, bla bla bla.  Still very vague, simplistic, and perhaps naive reasons really.  Some other reasons I&#8217;ve said to people, for lack of a real answer; 2. To see if I want to be a travel photographer.  3. To shoot stock images.  4. To perhaps have a show\/book of my photographs when I return.   What I haven&#8217;t said is that I just don&#8217;t know my real reasons.  One of the unspoken reasons for going is to try to get over Robin, my girlfriend of 5 years, who dumped me last January.  Is that reason enough?  The other unspoken reason is that I just feel a little lost right now.  I need to shake things up.  My &#8220;career&#8221; as a photographer has always been a bit lackluster, to be honest.  I feel a little directionless. Perhaps I need to push myself into taking better photos by going out into the world with nothing to hide behind but my camera.  The other reason is that I feel like it&#8217;s now or never.  I&#8217;m coming up on 38 now.  I don&#8217;t have a house or kids.  I haven&#8217;t had a &#8220;real job&#8221; in over a decade.   If I want to take off for a year, and not have those troublesome responsibilites of mortgage, children, or job, I better do it now before I acquire any of them.   Perhaps these are all just excuses.   Perhaps I&#8217;ll find the real reason once I am out there.    In any case, right now all I am thinking about is what I am giving up.  My place, my cat, and perhaps mostly, Catherine.  I miss her already and she&#8217;s not even gone yet.   Why did I fall in love?  It was supposed to be a simple summer romance.  The only reconciliation is that she would be leaving whether I went on this trip or not.  She is going off to work on a cruise ship for 6 months, perhaps longer.   I would only be miserable if I stayed here.  So off I go.  I need to stop trying to find reasons to regret it and just GO GO GO.<\/p>\n<iframe src='http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.gregwhitephoto.com%2Fblog%2F2005%2F08%2Fcountdown-4-weeks%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;show_faces=true&amp;width=280&amp;action=recommend&amp;colorscheme=light&amp;height=30' scrolling='no' frameborder='0' style='border:none; overflow:hidden; height:30px' allowTransparency='true'><\/iframe>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shit shit shit. Why am I going on this trip anyway? Everyone I talk to is &#8220;so jealous&#8221; about my trip. So now I feel this obligation to have the &#8220;trip of a lifetime&#8221; just so I don&#8217;t dissapoint them. But, I don&#8217;t even know the real reasons for doing this. 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