This week..

Has been full of ups and downs.. PhotoVogue accepted a few of my photographs for their showcase. Buzz buzz buzz. You can see my portfolio here (one from the Winter shoot a few posts back, a confetti shot from Amy & Keyan’s wedding and a night-time Ritz shot from Natalie & Steven’s wedding)

Picture 8..I’ve updated the galleries on my website.. grab a cup of tea and have a browse..

Picture 13

..and the wonderful Joanna Brown has uploaded a preview from the photo session when she mentored me last week..
sally-1But this week was also the week I was offered a paid internship and offered to attend a group interview for a PR job, both in London. I have been applying for work for months now, and this is what I’ve been waiting for. However, being caught up in applying for jobs, keeping house, running around after Viv and maintaining a photography business which has been getting busier by the week somehow made me avoid considering just how difficult it would be to actually accept any position. Dav is only going to get busier with his Masters, my photography is getting to the point where I could call it my full time work until Autumn at least, and I would be moving away (for the long-term benefit of our family and for a foot on the career ladder) but would be working for two people that I would only see for a day and a half a week.. for a minimum of three months. I’d miss Vivienne’s funny moments, her growing up, her stories to tell me when she gets in from nursery. I’d miss Dav (even if our only quality time together at the moment is catching half an hour of crap TV after he’s finished his work just before bed) If I accepted the internship I would also be taking money out of the family account to fund my choice, I wouldn’t be able to spend any money on enjoying my day-to-day life down there, and I’d spend as many Fridays and Sunday evenings as possible travelling up and down on the train. It was a very difficult choice to make – moving down to London is something that’s been on our ‘goal list’ for ages (years for me personally..), but I’m sure it’ll happen it’s just not our time yet. Over the past few days every time Vivienne runs and jumps on me just to give me a kiss, says something that makes me laugh, fights off the imaginary crocodiles which surround our bed every morning or thanks me for making her lunch I know I’ve made the right choice for where we are at the moment.

 

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