Unlike the protagonist in the Aldous Huxley novel of a similar name, I am proud to be enthusiasticly curious rather than a misanthropic Luddite. I am an explorer, I seek new experiences and love discovering previously unknown joys. Change is exciting, and the possibilities in an unknown place seem limitless and hopeful. I chase those possibilities, that feeling. The mix of sensations that newness triggers is wholly unique, both good and bad. The flash of anxiety when utterly lost in an unfamiliar city. The distinct exhaustion and sensory overload of culture shock after a long but amazing day. Travel is harrowing. And rewarding.
But adventure and misadventure are often only a few degrees of heading apart, and in my recent wanders I have definitely navigated both. After years of proudly holding a passport, I finally got to use it this month. My trip to Paris was intoxicating and magical but certainly took more than one unexpected turn. I saw so many beautiful and breathtaking sights. I ate so much delicious food, learned so many new and fascinating things, and even got the so-called ‘full tourist experience.’ As they say, no plan survives first contact and unfortunately, on the second day of a week-long vacation, my phone was pickpocketed right under my nose.
Suddenly I was across the planet and living in low-fi.
It was both freeing and frustrating. I was liberated from the annoyingly-agreeable twinge of obligation to respond to messages as soon as I got them because, well, I wasn’t getting them.
I butted heads with the reality of rapid changes in weather and equally unpredictable business hours. I suddenly had no way to double check these mundane details.
I found myself bored and forced to reflect on it instead of distracting myself with my own tiny entertainment center.
I was more aware of everything around me and essentially unable to access anything elsewhere. I would wager that I ended up being present in a way I wouldn’t have been with a screen in my hand and a camera always in my pocket. I had just my own enjoyment in each new escapade or disappointment in oversold wonders to focus on. I saw things without snapchat filters or instagram captions for the first time in probably too long.
I missed my little supercomputer more than I would have thought, but also less than I expected. I definitely didn’t have some moment of enlightenment where I swore off a pocket full of distractions, but I am more grateful for the incredibly powerful tool we often take for granted nowadays. My handheld translator, locator and navigator, long-distance communicator, convienent fount of knowledge and endless information that I very rarely use as an actual so-called-telephone is really useful, who knew?
So will I swear off crowded places now, because I don’t want to fall prey to sticky fingers? Unlikely. Will I start wearing a fanny pack when I travel? Probably not. Will I leave my phone off or even at home once in a while so I can be present to better enjoy my adventures?
Yeah, I actually think I will.















