Today, I sold my camera.
It wasn’t a sudden decision. The plan had been there for a long time, quietly waiting, while I kept postponing it. That camera used to be my main tool back when I worked as a food blogger, when I captured my friends, small moments, and ordinary days that felt important at the time. It holds a lot of memories.
It’s an old Nikon. Its condition isn’t great anymore. The viewfinder is broken. The lens has fungus. The battery door clip barely works. Autofocus comes and goes as it pleases.
For the past two years, my phone has been more than enough. Not because it’s better, but because it’s practical. Easier to carry, easier to trust. Especially when traveling far, going abroad, or hiking or other situations where bringing a real camera feels more like a burden than a joy.
And now, I’m packing my life back into boxes, preparing to return to my hometown for a while. Suddenly, I realized I no longer had a strong reason to keep it. So I started looking it up online about how much it was worth and where to sell it. Then I found a store and sold it.
I didn’t expect to feel this emotional. But I did. Relieved, because I finally let go. Sad, because of everything it represented.
It felt like saying goodbye to an old friend.
On my way home, the sadness lingered. I passed a flower shop. I looked at the river. I felt heavy, but also strangely light. Like something had been released. This feels like one of the first real steps in a new chapter of my journey, though I’m not entirely sure where it leads yet. I still have a few more things to sell before leaving this city. One by one, slowly.
Mixed feelings, that’s the best way to describe today. But in the end, Nasi Padang to the rescue. As it always does. :).
Goodbye, old Nikon. Thank you for holding my memories so well.
