For the first time in nearly five years I find myself in a compromising situation. I have a sneaky suspicion that I will be needing to get (and use on a regular basis) a cellphone. Not since leaving my Galion cell in my grandma's capable hands have a carried a phone everywhere I have gone.
It started in Korea (where Laura got very upset with this nuisance) and continued with me to the Dominican Republic (where Beth got very upset with this nuisance). While I had a phone in Romania, I only really used it to talk to one person (thank you Spencer). So, it was unused for most of my time.
What started out as playful defiance to not be like every cute little Korean 70 year old lady, jabbering away on the subway, became an apathy for the advancement of technology that may or may not have been necessary. What has become blatantly obvious is that much of the reason I was so resistant, was that I didn't want to carry around a communicative device that was essentially a constant reminder that people weren't trying to talk to me.
The flip side is also true. While I may not have people going out of their way to make plans with me, by not having a cell I was eliminating people from having that option. As I start thinking about what I need to transition back to the Dominican Republic, a SIM card is at the top of my list. I am excited to be heading back to people I know and am looking forward to the freedom that I have being able to dial them up.
My four years of being "incommunicado" is coming to an end. I'll pass along the number to anyone who's interested.
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