I’d like to think I’m a rational person, capable of perspective and reasoning but this week something has been taken away from me and it’s left me a mess. At first I thought it was about the emotional investment of moving, a resistance to change and having our lives temporarily tipped upside down. But it’s become increasingly evident that the thing that has tipped me over the edge is the lack of www. in my life. For four whole days I have been placed on an involuntary Internet free diet and it tastes horrible.
I’ve been drinking an exorbitant amount of coffee this week as I make myself at home in a cafe with a substandard free wifi connection. Catching glimpses of emails, hurriedly scribbling down posts (like this one) and getting menacing looks from baristas who want to send me further into a caffeine induced stupor. We have been without gas for the same length of time but it seems that I prioritise a well crafted email over a hot dinner.
I have literally been like an addict without his fix, if addiction sounds a little too strong I challenge you to log off for a few days, I think its todays drug of choice so to speak and I dare say its an epidemic. In tough times, and this week has been tough relatively speaking, I write about it. I get things off my chest and put my thoughts and feelings out there but this week when I needed to most it wasn’t there for me. I like to reply to comments, I miss making comments, I need to read posts, I like to write posts, I live to tweet, I hanker for Instagram, I pine for Pinterest, I fancy Facebook.
It’s not just blog stuff though; I missed the last part of Broadchurch, a series I have followed from Episode One and having accused every single character including the policeman of being the murderer I still don’t know whodunnit. I have been Skype starved of my baby niece who I’ve been training for the past couple of weeks to say “favourite uncle” and was just starting to see some results. With no weather forecast to rely on I gambled that today would be as warm as the previous two opting for shorts and t-shirt, I knew when I saw passersby armed with umbrellas that I would meet a soggy end. This week my beloved Arsenal Football (soccer) Club smashed their transfer record and I have missed all the photos of my new hero kissing the clubs badge.
Word has it I will be reunited on the 16th, I can’t bring myself to work out how many days that is but I know its a lot more than four. I’m toying with a dongle – that sounds a bit rude doesn’t it? This afternoon I have engineered a play date for Max with a family I know to be connected, not in the mafia sense, in the hope I can sit down and re-familiarise myself with those special keys. In the meantime enjoy the peace and quiet because I think I might have quite a lot to day for myself when I am finally reunited with my loved one.
Have you ever been offline for any length of time? How did you cope? Are you an addict like me?