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002. I'll see you in my dreams


I went to the farmer's market today for the first time this summer. It felt weird to be back there taking pictures like I used to. This whole blogging thing feels weird, but a good weird like, deja-vu weird. I'm remembering things I thought I had forgotten about a long time ago. Some of the bloggers I loved are still here, most of them aren't. The ones who are still here have different styles now, different ways of telling their stories. 

I'm different too, my photography is different. Before, I never took photos of people. I took photos of plants, flowers, trees, food, animals. Basically anything but people. Now it feels like I’m only interested in people. I take photos of other things, but all my favorites photos are photos of people. I like people. I like talking to them, hearing their stories. I like people watching on the street. I like my friends probably too much. I can’t stand being away from my family for more than a few days.
When I used to blog, I didn’t like people too much. I’m naturally a pretty introverted person, but before I was extremely introverted. I was painstakingly shy and anxious all the time. It didn’t help that it coincided with my “I hate-people” tortured teenager stage.

I’m still introverted, and I still have a tendency to be shy. But I love people. I love their personalities, their mannerisms, their quirks, their inside jokes, and how everyone has a different laugh.  I think that people are generally good, or at least no one is completely bad.

Maura Margaret

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