Devin Clark - Jewels Model Management

This weekend I got the chance to work with Devin Clark at Jewels Model Management and it was amazing!

Nomad

I don't like the town I'm from all that much.  It's not that it's a bad one, I just don't think I ever planted my feet deep enough into the ground.  I don't have much to build upon here, rather now I see it all slowly corroding away.

At this current date, I have 1,353 friends on facebook.  I've only actually spoken to about 50 of all of those people.  Some people I only know because they always like my selfies.

My graduating class in high school had over 700 students.  Prom night, I looked around and realized that I knew only the people at my table, minus two of their dates.  So I knew like 6 people.  I could tell you the names of about 80 percent of the rest of the class, but that's only because I'm observant and good with names.  They played a slideshow at the end of the night with photos that people added to a Facebook group to showcase everyone throughout the years.  I stopped watching halfway through because these weren't my friends.

I've slowly started to unfollow people from high school on Instagram and Twitter, and occasionally unfriending them on Facebook, because I realized that ever since we graduated, their lives bear no meaning to mine.  

I often scroll through my news feed and glance at the photos of people from high school that still hangout with the same people from high school, and have not seemed to make any new friends or stray away from their old routines.  I see the people that are still dating, still posting the same photos in the same old places.  

I look at my life, and it'd be hard to trace me back to this town.

To be honest, I sometimes envy these people.  Since the beginning of living here, they made friendships and memories that reach so far into the ground that they actually have some type of foundation to build a life on.  They could look around and see people that they care about, and they could see hope in themselves and hope in their futures here. 

Don't get me wrong, I love the friends I have made, and I appreciate what ties I can still hold onto, but I've known all along that this is not where my heart lies.

I may not have planted myself firmly in this town at all, but that means that I still have room to belong somewhere else.  This all just means that the people that are vital to my life will always be with me, but perhaps not in this very place.  It also means that I have yet to find the place that I'm supposed to wrap my vines around.  I still have room to make memories and make friendships and to find love.  

Perhaps I don't really belong anywhere.  Maybe I'm just born to be nomadic, keeping the things that I love most close by even if they are all memories.