jumped okay, sauntered off a 10 hour-long train ride from London to Aberdeen. In my dreary state, I grabbed a chai tea and then headed for the taxi rank outside the station.
I was tired, but got chatting with the lovely taxi driver who dropped me off home. But me, being stupid and disoriented, left my phone on the back seat of his taxi and only realised it about 20 minutes after he left.
Long story short, I ran back to the station, got the police and other cabbies involved to try and track him down... It was just a new phone, but I was borderline hysterical!
Here are a few things I learnt from this:
I tend to think the worst of people - Maybe it's the Londoner in me, but I thought that was it, my brand new phone was gone and someone had already sold it to some weirdo in a pawn shop in the space of 30 minutes. In my head, I blamed the cabbie for not checking his back seat and running after me, when that's not even his job.
I put too much information on my phone - I think we are all guilty of this, but I have only just realised how much stuff I put on there. Once the phone is unlocked, it's so easy for anyone to find out who I am, where I'm from and access my files/pictures and accounts, which is scary.
I depend too much on technology - when I walked back to the station, all upset and angry at the world, I realised that I didn't even know the time or quickest way to get there. I couldn't even remember my friend's and mum's number to call them via payphone to let them know what happened.
I still crave material things - I was sad that someone else would be using my fancy new phone, enjoying my new light-up case and using my new earphones. I treated technology as if I couldn't live without it, which is really worrying.
This post is super random, but I just wanted to share my thoughts, because this experience has changed me in a way. I'm not going to rely on technology anymore and place it above everything else - it's insane to do that, even for a tech-savvy person like me.
... oh, and my phone? Well the lovely cabbie realised straight away and waited outside my flat for about an hour. I ran out so fast, that we missed each other, but he still waited, hoping I'd come back and see him. With the help of the other cabbies calling and comforting me, they contacted him and drove back to hand back my phone.
What a God-send.
What I've learnt from this is that most people are so good at heart and will try to do the right thing.
And me? I need to learn to put material things and technology way below my list of things that are important to me.