I'm an emotional person, a sentimental fool. I can't help it. I get attached to things, to moments, to ideas and to people. It is who I am. I think birthdays and Christmas are a big deal. I like to celebrate things. So I am severely disappointed that I am going to miss this year's Ballunar Festival. Here's why.
This August will be the three year anniversary of my foray into photoblogging. I had so much fun with my new digital camera and posting pictures on my personal blog that I decided to start a separate photoblog. The first event that I went to with the photoblog specifically in mind was the Ballunar Festival. Little did I know that it would be so telling about my style of photography. I like to go out and experience things in the city and take pictures along the way. Photoblogging has changed me in so many ways. It has gotten me out of the house, experiencing events and places that make Houston great, helped me to become more confident in myself and recently allowed me to work with dynamic people and form wonderful friendships.
So the Ballunar Festival is a marker for me. A personal celebration of my photoblog. I didn't realize how attached I was to this marker until I found out this evening that the festival has been rescheduled to November. Grounded by extraordinary rainfall along the Gulf Coast.
So I should just get over it and go in November? But that's the problem. I can't. I have work obligations that Friday evening and all day Saturday into the evening. I'm going to miss both balloon glows. There are some events on Sunday and I may try to make it, but it just isn't going to be the same and I'm sad for my anniversary. Sad I'm going to miss it.
I know I'm weird being sad about this, but I'm finally getting to the point where I am accepting that this is who I am and that my friends will still love me anyway and won't care that I'm a sentimental sap over a balloon festival.
Here's the first shot that ever went on that long ago photoblog titled Up, up and away. I thought it was appropriate for a new venture.