One thing I hate about returning to the States is how I see everyone on their phones, iPads, laptops, etc. They seem so disconnected from each other! And then I remember I was one of them… (da da duuummm)
I used to have my iPhone with me everywhere. I would always have something to do while waiting in traffic or at the doctor’s office. I could look up recipes in the grocery stores. I never used real maps–because I didn’t get lost with quick access to maps with the touch of a finger! I had immediate knowledge of updates on Facebook, and my friends would never have to wait for a response. In fact, if they were unable to reach me, they worried.
When I cancelled my Facebook, I would aimlessly hold my phone and search for things to do. In fact, that’s really when I started blogging the most. I also began tweeting. In this sense, only the people that I shared my blog with would really know what was going on. In Mexico I continued to use my trusty iPhone–at Starbucks I could connect to internet and chat with my friends and family. I could turn on the maps before I left the house, and somehow they still worked to an extent as we traveled around by taxi. I always had my “camera” and never had to worry about making paper lists when going to the grocery store.
Then my mom graciously took over my contract (and bill) so that I wouldn’t lose the unlimited internet. While out and about it wasn’t that different–Although I used certain features in Mexico, I didn’t have a network to connect to, so I had been learning to enjoy my surroundings. Sure, it was a minor adjustment. I started using my real camera. We started looking up maps online before we left to head somewhere new. And I began shopping with a pen and a scratch paper with a nice list of what I needed.
At home, it was more of an adjustment. Although we have a laptop, Victor could use the iPhone or the other way around when necessary. Still not a big deal–still feeling superior over the other Americans constantly on their phones.
Then it happened. Last week, my computer began to act up more than usual. For one week, I have daily tried to correct the problems that threaten our connection with our families and friends. And today, I received harsh news: my hard drive is dying. Oh my word! am I one of those strangers from my homeland? The sad unfortunate creatures who’ve forgotten human connection and the simple way of life I love so much here? Yep.
I’ve contacted customer service, and they are replacing the hard drive. But I am fearful that with the death of my laptop, I might actually have to wash the dishes. And how will I let my mom know when I go into labor? Even my husband has felt the seriousness of this, “Jania, we need a computer. What will we do?”
Sigh. Oh, technology. Why have you ensnared us in your trappings?