[sixstringtheory]

On one of my visits to SF from Boston for work, I realized I left my phone at home on my bed (there’s a sign of addiction right there: last thing I look at before sleeping and first thing I look at when I wake) and didn’t realize it until I arrived at the airport. My wife offered to bring it to me but I declined.

My coworkers were pretty amazed when I turned down a loaner on arrival in SF. It was a very refreshing week. I always like walking around SF but I feel that I paid more attention to everything. I still had a book I was reading so I got a lot more reading done, and made it a mission to hit a bunch of different parks while doing so.

I don’t recall even once missing it, and was sorta sad when I got home to it again. It’s amazing how quickly habits can die and take hold again.