Last week I bought an iPhone. My first. I know, I am a bit behind.
I wanted an iPhone so badly, but just never could justify the use. At first, we lived in a neighborhood where there was barely a cellphone signal. I wasn’t working and the few times that I was gone, my husband would be at his work. Therefore, the school or our children could always reach one of us.
We now have a cellphone tower (in the shape of a very tall artificial looking tree) very close by, so the signal isn’t the problem anymore.
Yet, I still had trouble justifying the cost of a smart phone for the purpose I could possibly need it.
It’s not that I am completely unfamiliar with the concept of iPhone: For the past three years, I received a brand new iPhone for the summer as part of my summer job. I loved every single minute of it!
The photos it could make! The instant sharing of these photos. Apps like Nightsky that helped me figure out what those bright dots in the sky were, apps that kept track of my biking activity, that counted my daily steps, and with the iPhone I always had the availability of music close by. But at the end of the summer, I had to give the phone back.
I bought a Go-phone when I started working a bit further from the home. I wanted to be able to call and get called in case of an emergency. My husband bought a simple Go-phone as well and later we added one for our teenage son.
During our vacation to the Netherlands, I was ‘forced’ to buy a cheap flip phone over there, as my Go-phone couldn’t handle a dual sim and I don’t believe there is anyone in the Netherlands (kids included) who doesn’t have a cell phone. There are no payphones anymore and for our convenience it would be great to be able to call our family.
We came back to Maine. The thought of an iPhone seemed stuck in my head. And my teenage son really wanted more texting time (after all, this is the twenty-first century: kids communicate vital information through text. (“Whatsup? Nothing much. What UR doing?”)
After looking into different plans online, a ‘chat available now’ screen popped up. Why not? I thought. This nice lady talked me through the different options and before I knew it, I had a Family plan for four phones including two brand new iPhones.
I am happy. Very happy. For me, the iPhone means so much more than just a way to text or call. This sleek box is my lifeline with my other world, the one on the other side of the ocean. It is so easy to WhatsApp with my nieces, to shoot a quick video of my daughter to send to my mom, to ‘talk’ to a friend, to share a photo of an incredible nice sunset here in Maine (“See how beautiful? That’s why I like to live here!”)
I can instantly share what I am doing with my family. I really love that. I also receive photos and videos back, from my brother and his kids, from my baby cousin wobbling to his first steps and my youngest niece’s loose tooth. The damage the latest rain storm caused in my parent’s garden and the progress of the renovation of my sister’s house. It makes me truly feel more connected with that side of the ocean. (I can’t wait to try Facetime, but due to summer schedules and the six-hour time difference, I haven’t found the right time.)
Every day I discover a new feature of this tiny mighty machine and even although my kids and husband are making fun of me and my ‘phone-addiction’ I am really, really happy.
Today I bought a nice case for it, so I can protect it better. But I am not too worried: iPhone and I, we are a happy couple and will take very good care of each other!