I left my phone in South Carolina this past Sunday, and I just got it in the mail yesterday. That's three whole days without a cell phone. At first I was FREAKING OUT, What if someone calls me about a job! But after a couple hours, I calmed down. I had my laptop at least, and that's all that really mattered because no one calls anyone anymore. Everything is email, email, email. And let's be honest here, the only person calling me is my mom.
Surprisingly, I felt...FREE. It was kind of the same feeling I had when I realized it had been like two months since I had read Perez Hilton. Paris could have gotten married or knocked up or beaten up or I don't know what, and I wouldn't have had any idea. And I kinda liked that. Being disconnected from the rest of the world for a little while was nice.
But yesterday, you better believe I ripped that package open when it arrived in the mail. I turned it on, charged it up, and anticipated a full voice message box and lots of text messages. But when I checked, I only had one new message. Who had called? My mom. Figures.
What about you: How long could you survive without your cell phone?