My camera and I used to be attached to the hips.
Somehow, when I lent it to my mom for her trip, I detached myself from it.
Well, my mom and the camera is back now.
But I’ve become more attached to my mom than the camera.
It’s almost like I’ve left a part of me behind last month.
I don’t care about capturing moments anymore.
I care about living in the moment.
So I’m sorry for neglecting this little blog I’ve called my second home for the past few years but just give me a moment to live, okay?
Just a few more days of this bliss…