At the end of June my mobile contract finally ran out and my husband and I got a family plan, which – with his corporate discount – saved us enough money for me to get my very own smart phone and data plan.
Last Friday my shiny, silver, little BlackBerry Pearl arrived and it took me about an hour to become completely addicted to it. Now I can surf the internet while sitting in the park, message my husband from the grocery store, and reply to emails while I play with Brady on the floor in his room.
Not only can I do all of these super-fun wonderful things, but my BlackBerry gives me something else. In my world of pushing strollers, changing diapers, washing clothes, and singing silly songs my BlackBerry makes me feel like someone legitimate again.
For some reason, as I push my green Bugaboo around the streets of the Upper East Side, my BlackBerry makes me feel like I have something to do, somewhere to be, things to accomplish – even if I don’t. And even if I don’t, I don’t care, I like feeling like I do.