For several months now, I have lacked inspiration in my blogs. I’m struggling as not possible to find something interesting to write. It coincides a little with my departure from Aix-en-Provence … It would be a little simple to put that on the back of my life change, even if I think deep down that something broke with this move. Do not think I regret this choice ! No, I repeat that I am very happy to be on the island where I grew up surrounded by my family.
Photographically speaking, I am still in a period of transition. I am trying to understand how things work on the street here, but I must admit that I am having trouble … This is where I see that I lack inspiration. Not just for writing blogs but also for taking photos. It reminds me of years ago when I complained that the city of Aix was too small and bourgeois for me to document its streets … Again in 2020, I am complaining that it does not happen nothing in Saint-Denis and that is why I am only shoot shit at the moment … Looking back on these four years spent in Aix-en-Provence, it is obvious that the problem comes from me and not where I am, but it’s so much easier to blame my new playground.
However Saint-Denis has more or less the same number of inhabitants as Aix-en-Provence, it is not the feeling that I have in the streets. People must be hidden in their homes because the streets are quite deserted. For example, between 12:00 p.m. and 3:00 p.m. the streets are deserted. Almost all stores close their curtains. There are no terraces or places where people can meet for a drink. To tell you the truth, downtown Saint-Denis is dying. This is an observation shared by many Dyonisians. It’s been going on for years. The next municipal team should do something to revitalize the city center.
My current personal situation must also play a role in the blockage that I feel for several months. We always stay with my parents. My father and mother take care of everything in the house. My mother is a real cordon bleu and the few pounds I have gained since we have lived with them are there to prove it. We only take care of the children and do a little cleaning. The good life ? Yes it’s true, but I would like to be at home. We were supposed to move in three weeks ago, but the containment went through there. Here we are stuck with my parents. I know it’s only temporary, but it’s a little frustrating not being able to move into your house … Not to mention my situation at work. With this Covid-19, my training was delayed.
Even if it’s been more than six months since I settled in Reunion, I still don’t feel like I’m at home yet. I always carry around my 5 shorts, my 10 t-shirts … I feel like I am staying in a hotel. Like a 5 * hotel with my parents, but a hotel anyway. Apparently, if all goes well, we should be out of confinement on May 11th. We can finally go do the cleaning in our house and move ! It will be an opportunity for me to resume the course of our life which was interrupted with this mutation, this move, this confinement … I also hope that it will free me from a weight and that I will find my desire to write bullshit on this Blog.
All the photos were made with the Ricoh GR before the confinement… Stay home, stay safe !