To begin on the idea of space and the topic of what this post is surrounded on, Doreen Massey mentions space by stating that “cultural geographers argue that space is not a fixed or material container for things, people, or time“ Therefore the idea of space throughout this post is a story of my life so far.
So I welcome you to the Milky Way called Georgia
If I were to tell you that my room was my own space, I would be lying. If I said that driving around in my car was my way of being on my own, I would be lying. But if I were to tell you the truth, I would explain to you that my “space” is each step I take, each km I travel, and each memory I make. My space is what I find in myself and through my own experiences and those of what other people or places share. It’s these actions and memories I decide to take each day that tell the story of who I am as a person today.
By creating these memories and travelling the way I do each day I’ve learnt that my memory is as good as a goldfish’ and constantly end up using my phone to hold everything. From Facebook, to Twitter, to constantly uploading photos to Snapchat and Instagram; my life is a constant whirlpool on so many media platforms.
This media space has created so many opportunities for me to follow the world around me on a different aspect. I could be in bed but be donkey riding in Greece. I could be at university and instead of talking to other students, I will be talking to relatives in Serbia. So not only have I been able to travel by foot and show off my own everyday journey, I’m also living the life of everyone I know. (If you want to know how it feels to be drunk and dance stupidly check out my Instagram. I’m a real joy)
Overall I’ve learnt that my phone is the only thing that I enjoy having around with me whilst I sleep and eat. It’s become comforting knowing I can space out on my own time and enjoy the company of people who aren’t always physically there.