Where the hell is my internet!

Well, we are still moving. It’s taking a long time despite being right next door to my old address. Yesterday I came home from work to find my new internet wasn’t working. All right, I’ll admit it right up front, I got a little annoyed…Well, a LOT annoyed.

Not so much at the beginning, but as the night wore on my irritation began to take on epic proportions. It probably didn’t help when I got a text from my provider saying that I would have an answer to my problem in 48 hours!

Needless to say, it didn’t take 48 hours, it only took about 24 hours. Of course I spent the entire time stomping around the house, cursing and shouting, “Where the hell is my internet!” This helped the situation….NOT!!!

In hindsight I now realise that the reason I got so annoyed is that I’m addicted to the internet. Yep, I’m hooked on facebook, twitter, and YouTube. But above and beyond my “craving for social networking” it dawned on my that I was reliant on the net for most of my important communication.

I use Skype to talk to my family in America. I couldn’t afford to pay the phone bill if I kept in touch via the normal telephonic route. I use various websites for weather updates, current news, well the list goes on and on.

Like the mobile phone, the home computer (and it’s partner-in-crime the web) have become as necessary to our everyday lives as food and drink. We use the internet for banking, shopping, communicating, booking holidays…

When I was a teenager, I thought nothing of driving long distances without a mobile phone; they weren’t around then! Now, I don’t like to go down to the local shop without my mobile phone. As for the internet, not having access for just 24 hours practically turned me into a gibbering idiot.

I don’t know what new technological advances are on the way to replace mobile phones or the internet, but,I am sure I will become just as addicted to them.

Meanwhile, back to the long move.

Moving

I am sitting here at 1030 in the evening. I’m tired and a bit brain frazzled. I’m also a bit excited. Don’t worry I will stop these Hemingway-esque sentences soon.
So why am I excited?
I’m excited because a very temporary part of my life is coming to a close.  I was very happy in my little flat, it was my first new home in my new life.
But it was only temporary.
I am now moving into a proper house, with a garden, and setting up home properly.
I’m trying to move everything as quickly as possible. I can do this  because I’m literally moving a short stones throw from my current address.
We never know what direction life is going to take us. I got the chance to rent my new house from a very unexpected source. I was surprised and not a little dismayed at who actually steered me onto the house.
Surprised because I didn’t think the person who helped me would have cared enough to do so.
Dismayed because I obviously sold him short.
As hard as it is, we have to remember to give everyone benefit of the doubt and believe that their intentions are good.
Being too cynical is not good for anyone. Let’s all try to remember that.