

Feels funny to be home alone at... home.
You know what's really funny.
I feel like the only person who feels home at our home is Mochi.
He looks so comfortable, huh. :)
Umma asked if I'd like to trade my camera with hers (a Canon Rebel XTi, meaning a DSLR will be mine... I did not stop myself from expressing this excitement at the dentist this morning, and the receptionist was trying to stop himself from getting freaked out by my reaction).
But you know what's funny, I don't think I want to trade. My less-in-quality-but-more-compact-and-friendly Canon has grown on me.
I can't deny that I've changed since September. Especially the past few months. Change is a funny word though. Or, it carries so many connotations that I actually feel doesn't describe my experience, or what 'happened'. Change tends to imply that you have shifted from your original self or original passions, who-you-are, your 'default'... but I think, what I've 'gone through' and 'seen' the past few months has done the opposite- it has drawn me to where I feel that I belong, make me feel more in tune and more expressive of who I really am- who and what I've been afraid to show, and it has definitely been a process of realization of the person He has made me to be. If anything, it's been identifying and removing those things that have prevented me from doing so. And listening more to who He says I am, and why.
Everything I type is getting red-lined because I changed (haha) my macbook to Spanish. And my cell phone. Mm, and this is... As I'm typing this I am reminded again of how powerful it is when someone or something points out or 'red-line's what you express. Part of yourself, who you are. To think that something's wrong with you, because something outside of yourself suggests it. This is turning into a musing I didn't expect when I started this blog (I just wanted to show off my cat, actually HAHA), but it's cool... :) Anyways, what I want to say now is: I realize that's not a good reason why you should think something is wrong. You should realize whose voice that is and see, whose voice is really worth trusting, whose opinion really matters... and is freaking TRUE, ahaha.
Another unexpected side-reassurance: Hmm, why would I turn down an opportunity to get a DSLR that I 'obviously' 'without doubt' wished to have, and aimed to have, someday in the future when I save up... to keep my old camera? That's in many ways implied to be more professional? Hm. Hm Hm Hm. My old camera is more personal. In my choice to keep him instead of trade him for a more 'professional' camera, I am telling him I value him more, because of all the personal things he has carried for me. Despite how the world tells him how he's 'less' in value. Will for me. Hehe.
Wow. This is kind of freaky. I am still home alone and my mom's iPod alarm just started playing, Santa Baby.
I want them to see it though. I don't want what's 'happened' to turn me away or make me grow indifferent towards the before-s. I want to care even more.
Off to familiar locations I am :) Beloved Panera. Possibly a friend's house to enjoy my newly acquired skill together.