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The stuff that dreams are made of

I’ve decided the next goal in my life is going to be… getting a DSLR. I bet you’d already guessed that.

Yeah, sure, I’ve got to get my graduate degree first, but since that’s pretty much a given (I’m graduating at the end of this year), I need fresh dreams.

I’ve been researching, and there is something that fits my needs and my budget:

Isn’t she a pretty baby?

And the kit comes with this lens:

which maybe isn’t the best one out there, but it can do landscapes and macro, so it’s going to do for as long as it takes me to save up enough for this one:

Or maybe this one:

It’ll cost an aye and a tooth, I know. But I couldn’t have picked a better moment to come up with this dream. I’m about to take up my first real job (teachers are mildly well-paid here in Argentina, although of course we should be paid twice or thrice as much, we ARE high school teachers, that’s a highly stressful and challenging job, even though it can be very rewarding, as well), and I’m still living with my parents, so I can save all the money I earn. And I’m twenty-three, full of energy and persistence. Hopefully, I’ll have the money in a year. It’d probably take me a decade if I had to pay rent, taxes, food, etc.

And to top off this most encouraging list, I’ve just inherited (or stolen, depending on your point of view, Obi-Wan would say, but let’s go with inherited) my father’s tripod. My father’s well-kept, sturdy, professional tripod. The man has secrets up his sleeves. This one in particular is a remnant of his photography period. Yes, people, it runs in the blood. But the love of my father’s life was not photography, it was yachting. So I get to keep his gear. Yay!

At least that’s one item I can cross off the list.