Dear Cameron,
Yay! First day off since my vacation! It's rare that I work 5 days straight (yay retail), but it was nice to be able to do so. My work week is usually split up into 2-4 work days and then a day off, or the random 7 day work weeks and then a day off (I hate those). But I've got two days off before my next to shifts, then another day off.
Now how am I going to spend this first day off? I was planning on going for a run, but I just can't find it in myself to leave the house. It's a weird feeling. It's not laziness, as I have a couple dozen other things to do, it's just a weird feeling or foreboding and disappointment. I can't properly describe it, but I'm sure it falls into the category of high functioning depression.
But like I said, I have a ton of things to do these next two days, so it's not like I'm going to be hiding in bed until I have to go back to work.
Now my room is pretty organized, meaning that everything I own has a designated home. Now when I'm working, I have a bad habit of taking things out of their place (be it clothes, makeup, random items) and not putting them back and leaving them scattered all over the place, making my room look like a bomb exploded. I've been trying to work on not doing that, but it's a hard habit to break. So my plans for today are to put everything back where it belongs, do some laundry and then find some more trouble to get into (oh and I'm going to the movies tomorrow, which is pretty exciting).
So to get this day started here's:
Day 23: A letter to someone, anyone.
Dear Cameron,
So weird and yet funny that today of all days this is my writing topic. Remember when you told me that my blog posts (on livejournal of all places) were like conversations with me? That I wrote how I spoke? It's because of that comment that I started writing to you. It was so fun sending you letters and waiting eagerly for your answer. I had this whole ritual about it. I'd put on the Pride and Prejudice score (it's a calm soothing score), sit at my desk and just start writing. My letters to you were pages long, as were your responses.
And I remember how we both would get excited about the day the Oscar Nominations would come out. Guess what? Today is that day. This morning on a live feed on Twitter they announced the nominations. I'm excited that some of my favorite movies from this past year got nominated, and now I have to race to watch the rest before the ceremony in March. Can you believe it's the 90th year? Mind you, we haven't been around for the majority of that, but we did get to see some historic moments at the Oscars.
Aw man, you would have been flabbergasted with what happened last year, the La La Land/Moonlight mix up. And I wonder what your stance would have been for #OscarSoWhite?
I can tell you for a fact that you are deeply missed, Cameron. And I'll tell you a secret, even though you are no longer here with us to read these blog posts, I always feel like I am writing to you. When I think of whatever audience is out there reading my random musings, I'd like to think you are reading them as well.
Where ever you are Cameron, be that heaven or in a new life, I hope you are happy and know that you are still loved by everyone you touched. We truly miss you.
~gaby
Now how am I going to spend this first day off? I was planning on going for a run, but I just can't find it in myself to leave the house. It's a weird feeling. It's not laziness, as I have a couple dozen other things to do, it's just a weird feeling or foreboding and disappointment. I can't properly describe it, but I'm sure it falls into the category of high functioning depression.
But like I said, I have a ton of things to do these next two days, so it's not like I'm going to be hiding in bed until I have to go back to work.
Now my room is pretty organized, meaning that everything I own has a designated home. Now when I'm working, I have a bad habit of taking things out of their place (be it clothes, makeup, random items) and not putting them back and leaving them scattered all over the place, making my room look like a bomb exploded. I've been trying to work on not doing that, but it's a hard habit to break. So my plans for today are to put everything back where it belongs, do some laundry and then find some more trouble to get into (oh and I'm going to the movies tomorrow, which is pretty exciting).
So to get this day started here's:
Day 23: A letter to someone, anyone.
Dear Cameron,
So weird and yet funny that today of all days this is my writing topic. Remember when you told me that my blog posts (on livejournal of all places) were like conversations with me? That I wrote how I spoke? It's because of that comment that I started writing to you. It was so fun sending you letters and waiting eagerly for your answer. I had this whole ritual about it. I'd put on the Pride and Prejudice score (it's a calm soothing score), sit at my desk and just start writing. My letters to you were pages long, as were your responses.
And I remember how we both would get excited about the day the Oscar Nominations would come out. Guess what? Today is that day. This morning on a live feed on Twitter they announced the nominations. I'm excited that some of my favorite movies from this past year got nominated, and now I have to race to watch the rest before the ceremony in March. Can you believe it's the 90th year? Mind you, we haven't been around for the majority of that, but we did get to see some historic moments at the Oscars.
Aw man, you would have been flabbergasted with what happened last year, the La La Land/Moonlight mix up. And I wonder what your stance would have been for #OscarSoWhite?
I can tell you for a fact that you are deeply missed, Cameron. And I'll tell you a secret, even though you are no longer here with us to read these blog posts, I always feel like I am writing to you. When I think of whatever audience is out there reading my random musings, I'd like to think you are reading them as well.
Where ever you are Cameron, be that heaven or in a new life, I hope you are happy and know that you are still loved by everyone you touched. We truly miss you.
~gaby
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