Three weeks on - and thanks to a predictably complicated insurance policy - I find myself still without a mobile phone. The period of mourning has passed, as has the twitchiness of empty hand syndrome, leaving me on the other side of a techy black hole so pleasant, I'm considering quitting this mobile phone malarkey forever. Or at least for a little bit longer.
Recent research shows that our phones are proven to be affecting the way we talk, think, have sex, eat and even go to the loo. We have become slaves to technology, only this time, our hands are handcuffed to our phones. Those red circular icons on our home screens have become our very own version of a newborn baby crying out for attention.
In a better world, we would have a total split between wholesale provision of Utilities and retail sale of access. Massive, international firms would be immune from some anti-monopoly laws as long as they pushed it all forward year on year and could only make money from keeping their retail, consumer facing customers happy.
Wherever you've moved to, be it somewhere in Europe, Asia, the Americas, Africa or Oceania, you're guaranteed to have an incredible adventure, but there may be some surprises along the way. Breaking the language barrier and staying in touch with family and friends are two such challenges that you might face on a regular basis.
Even when others would bemoan their iPhones, I'd stick up for you; yes I'd complain but who doesn't? On the whole I was happy. I have to accept that there were times I was noncahlant over the years; took you for granted. You were dropped many times and left battered & bruised and for that I apologise.