I’m really annoyed with myself. Firstly, because it’s a stupid thing to do but secondly, and most importantly, because it had all our honeymoon pictures on it.
Frank says he’s 95% sure he uploaded the pictures on to our hard drive but I’m still panicking that they’re gone forever.
It has made me realise that photos are important to me. Frank tried to calm me down by showing me how many pictures he had of our honeymoon on his phone (and he has a lot) and then I realised just how many things I do forgot!
I wrote before about how a thing is not a memory but I understand now that my photographs are important to me as a reminder of the places we visited and the fun we had. Although
I don’t need to keep a beer mat from a bar we went to in San Diego, I do want the images of that night.
I’m not bothered about the camera, it was £100 and can be replaced but those photos can’t.
As I’m getting rid of items, either through decluttering or by leaving them in airports, I’m realising there are a lot of things I don’t value but the things I do care about, I really care about.
I’m writing this on the plane to Copenhagen and trying to be calm about the loss of the camera. I’m trying to be mindful not to let this annoying start to the weekend away ruin our trip.
But when you know that someone is scrolling through your memories on your camera, it’s hard.