My roommates and I are all amicably breaking up this year after two years together. To prove how amicable it is, we're even throwing a divorce party. However, my one roommate moved out two months early to pursue her new living adventure and took the Verizon package with her upon her departure. The remaining roommates and I (okay, truth be told, I did nothing in the research) looked into how much it would cost for a month-to-month internet package, but it was too pricey and our house isn't wired for FiOS, so that complicated just opening up one of our new accounts a month early.
That means we're now living without WiFi for almost two months. No Netflix. No streaming. No online shopping. Not to be dramatic, but I now know what the pilgrims must have had to endure.
Fine -- I'm being grossly dramatic. Living without WiFi isn't that bad at all. First off, I can hot spot my phone to my computer for all my pressing (blogging) needs. Thanks spotty-but-unlimited T-Mobile. Secondly, I don't watch that much TV to begin with. And thirdly, I'm barely home because of all the traveling I've been doing (not to brag, but I'm definitely bragging).
Here's what it's really like living with no Wifi
I have more time for writing.
Since I'm not held down by getting distracted by the only three TV shows we'd ever stream on Netflix (New Girl, How I Met Your Mother, and Parks and Rec), I can actually focus on getting a post written in under, like, three hours.
I have more time for reading.
I do genuinely like reading, but I also get lazy when my ass hits the sofa at night, so when the TV is on and my book is upstairs, I'd just say, "Screw it, I'm down for the night," and watch TV instead of reading. Currently, I'm halfway through the sequel to Mazerunner. Those poor children.*
*Sidenote: I am confused as to why there's such a dystopic trend in novels these days where they send away children to islands and battlegrounds for them to get killed or kill each other. But then again, I've read them all so that must have something to do with it.
I have more time for talking.
Since I live with three other humans, you'd think we'd talk a lot. And we do usually, but without WiFi, we're forced to do it even more. Instead of just the cursory, "How was your day?," "Yeah, I'm sleepy too" chatter, we actually spent an entire evening delving into each other's lives and memories since we couldn't put the TV on to distract us from each other. Honestly, it was sort of refreshing being in a room with people focused on each other and not an inanimate object.
We even made one roommate laugh so hard she almost drowned on water. That was while we were recounting the first night we went out in downtown Richmond. And that's a story nowhere near suitable for print.
I have more time for self-reflection.
This probably goes into the first point of writing more, but it went even further than that. Cazey sent us links to do personality tests, so we spent an entire night figuring out our color spectrums and Myers-Briggs assigned letters. This even involved me printing out actual paper copies at work and bringing them home with me.
Then we contemplated whether or not we agreed with the tests and talked about how every point was or wasn't equating to our current lives. I think the color test didn't work for me as I was virtually a four-way tie (or as Cazey likes to spin it, "you're balanced,"). However, my Myers-Briggs results impressed me, as I believe it describes me rather perfectly.
I have more time for walking.
This was actually really cute: we were all sitting on the sofa's, contemplating how to spend the rest of the night, and my one roommate says, "I want to go on a walk." Maybe 10 minutes later, Cazey texts me saying, "Are you down for a walk?" And just like that, the five of us (my roommates plus Cazey) and the dog are headed out into the Fan of Richmond for our first large-scale family walk.
Things like that just didn't happen when we had WiFi. And I love things like spontaneous walks with friends.
I have more time planning for my return of Netflix.
Since I'll have been out of the market for a full two months by the time we reunite, I've got a long list of documentaries that I need to see as well as some shows. Well -- only really one show: Orange Is the New Black.