Oh my god, my phone is broken and I feel like I’m living in the dark ages.
Ok, so that’s a little bit dramatic but I do honestly feel quite lost without it. The kind people at Vodafone have given me a courtesy phone to use whilst mine is away being repaired, which I am very grateful for – I honestly would not be able to get by with no phone for a day let alone up to 10 days! But:
1.) it’s not my phone, and
2.) it’s quite an old smartphone which takes an age to charge, is quite slow and doesn’t have all my apps on.
So I pretty much feel like my right arm is missing and I don’t like it.
It’s all my own fault. I rather clumsily dropped my phone – TWICE! – last night and there’s a huge crack in the screen and it’s all smashed across the back. So today it’s gone off for repair and it could take up to 10 working days for it to be fixed and returned.
I’ve had a mobile phone since I was 15 and I have never once broken one. My last phone I dropped multiple times and didn’t get a scratch on it, but this time I wasn’t so lucky and dropping it resulted it some serious damage to it. And I’ve only had this one for 6 months!!
Anyway in the few hours since I handed my phone over in the store I’ve realised how much I rely on having it with me all the time. I try not to keep too many photos on my phone or documents, I use it for social media and emails/messages and calls mostly. But to all of a sudden not have access to everything for a couple of hours made me wonder what I might be missing out on. Not to mention I was waiting on an email to see if I’d exchanged on my new house today, plus I was meeting someone so was worried they’d messaged me and I wouldn’t be able to pick it up.
Now this isn’t a new thing is it. People have become so attached to their phones because they can have access to everything instantly, that when they’re separated from it, it’s almost like getting separation anxiety. It’s not until it’s actually taken away that you realise how much you use it and in a weird way, how much you need it. I’ve always thought I wasn’t one of those people who was really that attached to their phone, but boy was I wrong! It’s only been gone about 4 hours and I just want it back so my life can get back to ‘normal’!
I’d like to say I’ve learnt a lesson in these few short hours, or perhaps over the coming days, in that I’ll try to be a bit less attached to my phone once I get it back. But I haven’t. All I’ve really learnt is two things:
1.) I’ve become quite clumsy as I’ve got older, and
2.) I ought to buy a protective case for my phone ready for when I get it back to prevent such mishaps in the future.
As soon as I get it back, I’ll be straight on it getting everything back to how it was, and getting back into the modern world again.
Rather sadly, my plans for upping my Instagram game for the blog have been delayed for a couple of weeks until I get my own phone back. Suffice to say there are unlikely to be any posts or stories on Instagram on either my personal account or the blog account for several days. Boooo. All the more reason to work a bit harder when I do get my phone back!
I don’t want to wish my life away or anything, but I’d really like the next few days to pass quickly so that the day of my phone being returned will soon be here!
Much love! x