When we are young, we can’t wait to grow up and grow older.
When we are older, we pine for the carefree simplicity of our youth.
At 27 I currently fall between these two archetypes.
As each day passes I am achieving more of the independence I unknowingly sought as a child.
But I am still trying to carve out my own place in the world,
subsequently lacking the financial and personal stability associated with middle and old age.
I am at a crossroads.
These images are representative of this crossroads, this “in between-ness” many of my generation feel.
Society changes, and our place in it evolves. Gone for many of us is the prospect of a permanent, pensionable job upon leaving formal education.
We can afford Interrail tickets to travel around Europe, but struggle to afford the cost and upkeep of a car of our own.
It is often cheaper to fly across Europe on budget airlines than to take Irish public transport to the next town over.
And so we wander. We arrive, we stroll around, capture the moment, then move on.
These are photos of my wanderings and ramblings, taken at home and abroad.
Fragments of a fragmented existence.
Documents of the in between.
