I accidentally left my mobile home this afternoon, a situation only discovered when I went to check if a client had texted me or not.
I like leaving my mobile home. I'm not contactable. No one knows exactly where I am, not even the mobile phone companies tracking my movements, since my device is sitting quietly on my bench tehehe. (Except the people with me. Of course they know where I am.) I feel free, daring, released from the tyranny of always being at someone's beck and call.
At the same time, when I leave my phone home I feel a little anxious. What if someone needs to contact me urgently? What if I miss out on important information? What if something has gone wrong? I feel isolated and cut off, even a little vulnerable.
I find it kind of funny that I feel that way. Once upon a time I backpacked around the world. Mobile phones were around, but I didn't own one until I'd already been away for two years. It was a clunky thing that made calls and sent texts, which was pretty cool if you were waiting at Covent Garden and your friend hadn't turned up: 'Where are you?' Of course it only worked if they weren't underground.
Anyway, I tripped all over the place without any mobile connection. The internet wasn't in every home. I visited internet cafes to send emails. And that was enough. I survived. I'm still alive. I didn't actually need a mobile phone.
Turns out I had my mobile phone with me the whole time today. I found it tucked in exactly the right pocket in my bag, right where it was supposed to be. The feelings of freedom and fear were all wasted after all.