Another week has gone by and I haven’t said much…okay, anything…on this space. There’s a good reason, and as much as I have made light of it to friends and family, I have to be honest that it’s really taken the wind out of my sails.
My iPhone died.
I was bent over my toddler on the toilet, cleaning up after his #2, when I heard “plop”…I was already at the business end of a little guy so I knew the sound hadn’t originated from there and so I said, “What was that sound?” and there followed a giggle. Precious seconds elapsed. I peered into the abyss and found…my phone. I grabbed it, rinsed it off and rushed it into a bowl of rice.
It has been over a week, and it’s still not back among the living.
I have since spent over $500 to get a new iPhone so connectivity is not the problem. It’s…the photos. I am so disappointed in myself. I didn’t back anything up! I have an article I was working on in Vienna about traveling with toddlers — it was really good. I have recordings of Finn from months and months ago. I have to-do lists on the Clear app that encompassed all areas of business and household.
But those photos. Probably some 1300 of them. Vienna, Krakow, Florence, Montalcino, Rome. Countless moments, all memories. I’m devastated.
I will take the phone to a tech shop again tomorrow (after my husband already went last weekend – they opened the phone up and water poured out. The battery was swollen and waterlogged)…and pray, and pay them (almost) any amount of money they ask for…if they can get them back.
And then I’ll be back.
Make everything with love,