Today it finally sunk into me just how much of my life is online these days. My router went on the blink, and my wife needed the internet connection for work with no instability, so she ended up hardwired into the modem. It then sunk into me that there was almost nothing I could do without the internet.
I couldn’t watch TV.
We have a WiFi-enabled ‘smart’ TV, which we use almost exclusively to watch Netflix on. No internet = no TV, so there was a 52” object that was functionally useless sitting in my lounge.
I couldn’t work.
A lot of what I do is based upon online things, so I need that connection to spark a connection, a conversation. What’s more, with my engineering background, I’m a detail and data-driven writer, so I am constantly referencing things. Being unable to reference really stifles my creative juices, and stymies my ability to bash out almost anything (something like this being the exception)
I felt disconnected.
For the last year, I (and indeed my whole family) have lived without cellphones (a post about that will be coming up soon[ish]) so I’ve already felt a little disconnected when I’ve been out and about. I had kept a tablet (a Samsung Galaxy tab3 7.0) and my wife had her Galaxy S3, but they were WiFi-only. Without WiFi they were essentially turned into ‘not the best eBook reader’, mostly because they were limited to titles I already had on there – mostly finished because I had known I could grab more on-demand until then. Continue reading…