What does two weeks offline do to you?
Well, for one thing, you slowly lose a sense of the urgency and the false sense of connection that comes with ever-updated information. While I was travelling in Uganda and Rwanda over the past two weeks, I itched–at first–to check my email or to browse Towleroad and The Huffington Post every couple of minutes, as I would back in Boston.
However, after a day or so, the lack of access sinks in. You note how AT&T still sends texts to your iPhone while in Kampala, conveniently tempting you with its corporate marketing, its offers of roaming data usage for $19.95 a minute. Jesus. Who needs unlimited internet access at twenty dollars a minute?
You consider the fact that instantaneous access removes us from human interactions. Over the past couple weeks, we met with a lot of Ugandans, many of whom had lost parents or entire families to HIV/Aids. We listened to stories, we talked about common interests (who doesn’t take joy every once in a while in skipping class?) And after a few days off the grid, you begin to find meaning in cliches like “living in the moment.”
I had 256 emails in my Inbox after one week. Still trying to catch up, to wrap my brain around my virtual task list. Slowly, steadily. Slow but steady.