On Monday, I lost my phone. I was on the way home with Little Bee and it started to rain. We were arguing as I tried to keep her and myself dry and she was pushing everything away. I got flustered and threw my bag under her buggy. That happened on Vant Road in Tooting Broadway.
When I got home, I immediately noticed that my phone was not in my bag. I went into panic mode. I urged Little Bee to get back into her buggy and we rushed back following the route we took home. All the way I knew it was a fruitless task but I just had to do it.
Panic stricken, I changed my Google password and called Hubby. Then I called my phone. It went straight to voicemail.
Little Bee was upset for me but I told her that although it’s not her fault, that I should be more careful, could she please listen to me next time and not argue. She agreed. But it’s too late now. My phone was lost.
Hubby knocked on a few doors down on Chertsey Street where Google Latitude last indicated where my phone was. No joy.
Yesterday, Hubby made leaflets and dropped them through the letterboxes on Chertsey Street. No joy.
The thing is, I don’t care about the losing the phone, what annoyed me most is losing all of Little Bee’s photos… from when she was small until now.
I had a sleepless night last night; more than 24 hours after I lost my phone. I was kicking myself hard for being so careless. But what good did that bring apart from now I’m feeling really tired from lack of sleep.
I’ve remotely installed all the applications I could find for finding an Android phone from Plan B to Android Lost to Android Lost Jumpstart to Missing Droid Locator to Where’s My Droid; even though I knew it was a useless tas, as I said earlier, in my panic mode I changed my Google password and I don’t think I can now talk to my phone even if someone switches it on.
There’s nothing I can do. I have to be all Zen about it and let it go. It is just a phone; it’s material. It great to have a smartphone but on a grand scheme of things, it is just a thing.
The weekend before last I was in hospital. I’m recovering now; it could have been worse. Now, that is a blessing.
Little Bee photos… yes, it’s sad to lose them but I have something better. I have living, breathing Little Bee that I could look at everyday.
People 100 years ago, or even 40 years ago didn’t have the convenience that we have now. I must count myself lucky.
And the last couple of nights, instead of constantly checking my phone, I actually had time to read my book.
Yes, there is life without the phone. It may be inconvenient but it is not the end of the world.