Before I disclose why there must be something wrong with me I must tell you how much my camera means to me.
The fact that my camera was well over $300 dollars doesn’t really matter to me when it comes to the “resale value”. It does matter to me in the way that I could never afford to replace my camera. It was also a gift from my mom, and in her own way it was to show me she supports my love for photography. So there’s a lot of meaning to this camera for me. Now, why I think there’s something wrong with me.
It was about a week or so ago that my husband took me out on a date. I have a habit on taking my camera everywhere. You never know what you’ll come across and when you’ll have a good chance at an amazing picture.
For example, the picture above I took when I was with my mom. This picture is not edited at all, and there isn’t a filter added to it. This is what the sky really looked like that evening. This, in my opinion, is a once in a lifetime chance kind of picture.
Anyway, I bring my camera with me on our date. We went out to eat and did a few other things. It wasn’t until 2 hours after going out to eat that I went to look for my camera and it wasn’t there. I think the last time my heart dropped like that was when I was a kid in elementary school and the principle told me he was calling my mom because I got into a fight. The place we went out to eat was very, very busy, and I was sure someone took it. I was more sure someone took it when I called where we ate and they said they hadn’t had a camera turned in, and hadn’t found one. I was sure I lost my camera forever.
I remembered going back to the house to change my clothes seeing as it was hotter outside than what I thought it was going to be, but for the life of me I could not remember having my camera with me. As my husband cut our date short and headed home because of how worried I was that I had lost my camera forever, I began to cry.
The first thing that went through my head was that my mom was going to be so angry at me. She’s not a wealthy woman by far, and she spent a lot of money on that camera so I could try to make money off of my photography. Then I thought about how I would never be able to replace that camera, and it was the best camera I had ever owned in my life.
As we pulled up to the apartment I quietly walked up to our door, readying myself for the worst. When I got into the apartment I walked right over to the one place I always put my camera and it wasn’t there. I almost cried before I remembered I was in the bathroom right before I left. I broke out in tears when I saw my glorious red camera sitting right there on the bathroom sink counter. I thought I would never do something like that again… I was wrong… And the second time would be worse.
Yesterday I went to the mall to walk around. I just wanted to get out of the house. I ended up going to Barnes and Noble (one of my favorite places) to look around to see if there was a book I wanted. Right before leaving I went to their Starbucks and got something to drink. I sat my camera down on the counter so I could pay for my drink. I gather all of my belongings (or so I thought) and left.
It wasn’t until I caught the last bus running to the bus station down town, called my mom, talked to her for a bit, and went to grab for my camera because I was going to take pictures seeing as I was going to be there for a while when I realized… I didn’t have it.
Instantly I knew where I left it and my mom was in the middle of telling me something when I said, “Oh my god. Did I really do that again?”
As I checked my backpack confirming that yes, I had left it somewhere again, my mom asked me what was wrong. I instantly broke down and started crying. The sympathy in my mom’s voice was kind of comforting because I expected her to be very angry. She told me to call Barnes and Noble right away. The thing about that was my phone was is a $10 phone that has really crappy internet that doesn’t work 99% of the time… That was one of those 99%. I told my mom and she looked up the number and texted it to me. I called them so sure that someone had taken it, but I was wrong. Someone turned it in almost right after I had left. The manager had even put it in a very safe place in the back for me until I go there to pick it up. I was very lucky.
Now, why is there something wrong with me? Because my memory is going. Three years ago I would never have issues like this remembering something as important as my camera. Now, I’m forgetting it left and right. I can’t even remember to make appointments within a 24 hour time span. So yes… I think there’s something very wrong.
Today my husband got me two new babies. They are mice. Their names are Anubis (the grey, blakc, and white one) and Stamer (the red one).
Stamer is the hyper, energetic, adventurous one. The who time we were driving home he tried to get out of the box. I ended up having to take him out and have him walk all over my shoulder.
Anubis is the calm, quiet, shy one who eats way too much. He’s the one that will cuddle you once he’s warmed up to you. He’s also the one that’s obsessed with the nesting stuff I put in the cage, where Stamer likes the bedding.
I gave Anubis his name because I love the anchient Egyptian god, Anubis. That’s pretty much it when it comes to him. Stamer got his name because a friend of both my husband and I has red hair and his name is Stamer. I haven’t told him I have named my mouse after him yet. When I chose not to name my rat Master Chief after him because I thought it would be weird, he said he would have thought it was awesome… So I’m sure he won’t have a problem with this.