The time has finally come. This weekend, for the first time ever, I will get my very own smartphone.
This is one of those growing-up things for me. I will have a phone that does not identically match those of every single member of my family. I will be able to go to the store and pick up my shiny new toy and bring it home and finally be able to technologically stand alongside everyone else my age.
I have been dreaming of apps since the idea of getting a new phone first became a feasible idea. Angry Birds? Hulu? Spotify? Probably. But the feature that I'm most excited for (and another growing-up thing) is the GPS.
I tend to get lost easily. I once spent two hours going the entire wrong direction on my way back to college after Christmas break. With an entire car-full of friends. I was at the border of Iowa and Missouri before I realized that I wasn't anywhere near Sioux Center. And, for the next month, one of my car buddies would see me headed in the direction of North Hall and shout, "Can you believe it? She's going north!"
I am the person that still called the Google telephone number to find my way around town. (Yes, Google had a phone number, and yes, I had it programmed into my Contacts). And when they decided to suspend the toll-free salvation, because everyone was just using the maps on their Internet-capable phones, I was a disaster.
But have no fear! At least I won't, anymore. Because I'm a grown-up now, at least in my own mind. And I will conquer the unmarked highways of the Midwest with confidence, smartphone in hand.
I hope she speaks in a British accent. I think I'll call her Mildred.