They say you don’t truly love something until it’s gone. I disagree. I always knew how special the internet was to me.
Very young people won’t remember the awful time when we lived without instant… well, instant everything. Real paper maps, timetables and rows of encyclopaedias have all been replaced by a wonderful word: Google.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve fallen back in time. Nope, I haven’t been sucked into a wormhole. It’s worse. I’m moving home and there’s a delay in getting broadband.
Is this an amazing opportunity? A chance to breathe?
I can step away from modern life; live at a slower pace. I can read by candlelight and never work late from home again.
Maybe I’ll go cold turkey on Netflix and see if anyone out there still publishes a phone directory.
Actually, you know what? Forget that. Living off-line may work for some people but wifi has left a gaping hole in my life. I miss interacting with bookish bloggers and looking things up at the tap of a button.
If my social media accounts get any quieter, tumbleweed will begin blowing across the page. Right now, I’m trying not to use up the tiny bit of data left on my phone.
Readers, until the wonderful world of broadband re-enters my life, you won’t be hearing from me again. I’ll be trying to assemble flatpack furniture and thinking longingly of e-books.
On the positive side, my new city has a library. Yes, a library!
The coming month has just become exciting. Once I’m unpacked, my next job will be to travel across town and investigate the stacks.
When I pop up in a few weeks, expect oodles of reviews. Who needs a working broadband connection when you have a huge pile of library books?
Until I next speak to you, happy reading!