Giving Up and Starting Over

I still can't find my camera. I've torn my room apart, I've looked in weird places where a camera wouldn't normally hide. I've grown weary of playing hide and seek with it. I haven't given up hope of one day finding it, but I was tired of going without a camera. It wasn't something I just wanted...I needed it. I know it sounds ludicrous, but this is my therapy. This is what makes my life just a little more sane than it is already.
With that thought in my head, I bought a new camera. A bigger, badder, better one...a Kodak ZD710. Or at least it seems that way to the one I had before it went and got lost. I haven't taken any serious pictures yet, just fiddled with it, trying to get the hang of it. I've taken some close ups of my eyes because I like them and the not quite brown, not quite hazel color of them...maybe a dark amber color. I know there's a place where I want to go take pictures but it's a matter of finding the right spot and finding that exact spot on my own. I started to go there last year about this time but I wasn't quite sure once I got there so I didn't capture anything. I'm just thrilled to have another camera in my hands if I so desire to go out into nature once again and take pictures. And I'm able to capture the moments I get to spend with my family being ourselves.