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Somewhere without an iPhone

August 8, 2014 - Stephanie Ivankovich
The unexpected happened before my eyes.

It happened a little after 5 p.m., Sunday, while I was walking down the steep stairwell of my parents’ house. I was holding it close to me.

Out of no where my clumsiness got in the way, I slipped and my iPhone jumped out of my hands then committed suicide on the

hard tile floor.

I tried to stop it.

Slowly I lifted it off the floor and cringed.

Shards of glass remained where it laid.

I pushed a button, the cracked screen was black.

No joke, tears streaked down my face and then I got mad. It was a Sunday at 5 p.m., there was no way I could get a new phone today, but I kept a positive attitude and rushed it to the only Verizon Wireless store that was open.

The Verizon employee was nice, even thought I was very bothered and annoyed. He said with Asurion, an insurance plan I was on, I can get a new phone for $169, shipped in two days.

I was so upset, poor guy, but I would have to go three days without a phone and still have to pay for a new one.

I came back home with the bad news. Fortunately, with iCloud, all my contacts were backed up and my photos were saved on my computer.

The first day without a phone was just awful. I used my old iPhone to listen to music and go on the internet. I used my laptop to text other people with iPhones using iMessage. I thought it was the end of the world.

The next day didn’t bother me as much, I was past the grieving stage. I was living without a phone.

Surprisingly I was more productive. However I still missed having a phone.

Wednesday rolled around and I got my phone in the mail. It was great... so I thought.

I had to re-download all my apps, change the settings, set alarms and do everything. To this day I still need to put music on it.

It’s a process.

Living without a phone for those couple of days reminded me what it feels like to be disconnected and that is shockingly surprisingly great.

I couldn’t live like that forever, but it was a nice, yet very unwanted, break.

 
 
 

 

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