but not in a good way.
we knew a luggage or a box was missing from the move but we didn’t know which exact one until tonight. the granny’s coming in a few days, then the in-laws in a couple of weeks – they can’t sleep in a bedroom that resembles a store – so i cleared the remaining boxes from our move.
and i realised.
with a nauseating, sinking feeling in my tummy – it’s the box with all my photographs.
i mean all.
from the time i was born up to the day i bought a digital camera.
i knew i should have listened to my instinct and bought that scanner last year.
i knew it.
and now, all those pictures are gone.
excuse me while i disappear to mope and get a string of anxiety attacks – the eagerness to spontaneously combust into special moments a camera can make permanent.