Now that we’re in an era of digital omnipresence, I find myself harkening back to the good ol’ days of internet-less interaction (which I think we can all agree was more than so five minutes ago). Car rides with my dad have become “Tell me about the days when e-mails had to be sent via modem! Talk to me about arriving to the office without a new crop of e-mails every morning!” Yes, I would imagine it was SO PEACEFUL. In my mind, I have turned the digitally depleted days into a nice, remote peaceful lodge in a cell-phone free zone in rural America.
Maybe it wasn’t as blissfully quiet as I’m making it. Maybe it was stressful, but just in a different way. I don’t know. I was born in the ’80s. But a girl can dream, can’t she?