For the first time in more than a year, I forgot my cell phone at home. I feel utterly vulnerable. My mind is racing through "what happens if..." scenarios. I'm sure nothing will happen to me on my way home from work today, but that doesn't stop the worst case scenario from coming to mind.
But, I remember a time when I didn't have a cell phone. I was just fine without one. Now here I am, almost 24 years old and freaking out because I left it at home. My Dad used to make me carry around my "emergency quarter." That way if there was an emergency, all I had to do was find a pay phone and call home.
There was also a time when I memorized all the important phone numbers in my life. I can't even tell you my best friend's or even roommates' numbers. The only reason I know my home phone number is because I had it before I had a cell phone. We just plug people into the phone and never worry about learning their number.
I think my life was simpler back when I didn't have a cell phone, but I'm glad I can use my emergency quarter for laundry.
I leave you humming "Why Haven't I Heard From You?" (Reba McEntire)