When you start a blog post with "It's probably not the smartest thing I've ever done...", you're usually right.
A year ago, I wrote about becoming a Crackberry owner, which for anyone who doesn't know, is slang for the Blackberry smartphone. Users often become "addicted" to it, hence the Crackberry. I had a rather tumultuous relationship with the device for almost the entire time I used it. It didn't take long for me to see the spinning hourglass of death at the slightest provocation. I had but a few apps for it, as many of them didn't quite work or were slow, or invited appearances from the aforementioned hourglass. In the end, I really only used the Gmail app to check my second account (the "main" one was what I checked through the Blackberry mail system), and occasionally Facebook, Stitcher, or Pandora. All day, every day, it seemed all I did was compulsively check it to see if I had a new message (or tweet, as I had Twitter for awhile too). I became a slave to my phone, and for what? Showing off and letting people see "Sent from my Verizon Wireless Blackberry" at the bottom of my messages? It wasn't worth it, and I knew I should just let it go.
What's more is that I am in the midst of imposing some of my own austerity measures. (Greece? France, anyone?) I've calculated that between letting my Disneyland Annual Passport expire and no longer making that monthly payment, and taking a hiatus from dance lessons through the end of the year, and giving up a $29.99 monthly data plan by downgrading back to my "dumbphone", I am putting well over $100 back into my monthly budget. In fact, I am even contemplating taking it a step further and going for a new challenge in eating on $5-$7 a day.
This is all driven by the fact that I need to bolster the savings fund I've been feeding for my trip to Europe next summer, I'm trying to pay down my car faster, and I intend to eventually go on a cash-only system except for one or two recurring bills that I may leave on a credit card. Maybe if I've done well enough in staying on track in the next month or two, I'll re-evaluate and treat myself to a newer non-smartphone on eBay, like an enV Touch. Eventually I'm looking to upgrade my classic 30 gig iPod to an iPod Touch, which is darn near an iPhone by now anyway. (I'll believe the Verizon iPhone story when I actually see the lines wrapped around the block to get it.)
I went online yesterday and activated my old LG enV, dropped the data plan from my account, and went on my merry way. The Crack withdrawals are present, but manageable. Eventaully I'll get used to checking my e-mail from a computer again like normal people. I feel good about my decision--better than I did about deciding to get one in the first place.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I went to my cousin Carmel's wedding in Portland, OR last weekend. My God, did it feel good to be "home" again. To explain: I claim Pittsburgh, PA as my hometown, but I was actually born in Tacoma, WA. We moved to the East Coast just before I turned 9, and I haven't been back in Washington--indeed hadn't been anywhere even near that region of the country--since. Not even remotely close. And the more I think about that, the weirder and sadder that thought becomes. I still have my aunt/godmother and cousins who have all been living in Seattle since forever, but I've never taken the time to visit them and never had any other reason to be out that way.
Anyway, as I flew up there on my smooth and uneventful Alaska Airlines flight, something stirred within me when I saw the Cascade mountains. As a little girl, hardly a day went by when I didn't see Mt. Rainier in the background, and I took it completely for granted. Flying over the snow peaked mountains felt comforting, and, oh, when I saw the endless green trees, I was so happy I could hardly stand it! My cousin Gina and Auntie Ana picked me up from the airport, and as we drove into Portland I was taken aback by how much like Pittsburgh it looks. Seriously, with all the bridges going over the rivers and the houses scattered on the hillsides, mixed in with the green trees, it was eerily similar. I also laughed and joked about how I came from over 900 miles just to get back on the same freeway. I-5, or "the 5", as southern Californians call it, runs from Mexico to Canada, and it amuses me to no end that I use the same freeway as people all the way up north.
I know, right? Forget Minneapolis-St. Paul--these are the real twin cities!
Walking about a small section of northern Portland during some free time I had before the wedding was an awakening. When I saw these creeper vines that are ubiquitous in the Pacific Northwest, the architecture of the houses, and the rhododendron bushes, all of it was saying, "Welcome back, Maria. It's been a long time, and we haven't changed." For someone like me, who often feels untethered because of the way I've lived pretty much of my life, it was a revelation.
Now, the weather was surprisingly clear--albeit cold--and that definitely helped. Had it been raining, I wouldn't have been that upset because i was expecting it. (It was actually looking more like Seattle down in San Diego this last week or so.) So perhaps Portland put on its best show for
I returned back down the coast feeling like I had a schoolgirl crush on Portland. That is to say that it probably wouldn't work out for us to be together forever and ever, but that doesn't stop it from putting a smile on my face just thinking about it.