Finding the way
It was quite an invigorating night, but one that ended in despair.
Ten minutes after arriving in my house, I found out I lost my iPhone.
That is one of my worst fears. My cellphone is the extension of myself (proof of my life). What’s worse, I knew my cellphone’s battery was dead at the time I lost it. So I couldn’t call, I couldn’t text (I did, anyway).
I was in suspended animation, neither here nor there that night and the next few days, responding to every text with “hu dis?”. It was embarrassing.
Anyway, those were the most disquieting days of my life, but as in everything, here are some lessons learned: