A day without my phone

It happens to the best of us. It starts with the sudden realization we have lost something. Followed by a sinking feeling accompanied with a lump in the throat and sudden headache. The mind begins to race quickly retracing your steps, and at the same time analyzing the seriousness of the situation.

Okay maybe it doesn't happen to everyone, but it happens to me and my mother on a regular basis. Whether it is a credit card, id or phone number, we misplace it and find it only after frantically searching. Note most of the time the item we are looking for is found where it should of been.

This time the item is my phone. My "sudden realization" happened somewhere between Richlands and Greenville. But surely the phone is in my book bag! To be sure it is in my purse! Well friends as sure as the sun shines my it is not. I have searched everywhere. I pulled into a gas station on my way to school to search my car and bags. Once at my apartment I went through everything again. Where is it?

At home surely it is at home. According to my mother it is not. So where is the phone?
My only "semi-personal" lifeline has been broken. My daily phone calls to my mother have ceased, and my sense of "security" is gone.

I live by myself; my roommate is currently paying rent but living with her boyfriend. My phone gave me a sense of security: if anything went wrong I would at least be able to call for help. Now I will have to send an email.

My lack phone disturbs my routine as it was my alarm clock and watch. Not to mention I am expecting important packages any day now and the apartment offices rely on my phone for communication.

So to all who call or don't call FYI my phone is lost, and will continue to be lost until further notice.