I accepted an invitation from my friend to join her and her fiancé at his family's cottage in Freedom, New Hampshire. For those of you not in the know, Freedom is a tiny town on Ossipee Lake, situated next to a town called Die. Ok, the last part isn't true but it should be based on New Hampshire's state motto. It really is a lakeside town in New Hampshire.
I decided the night before leaving for New Hampshire to go unplugged. A foreign concept for me, a woman who documents most of her day (and meals) on Twitter and Instagram. I fell asleep Friday night excited for a weekend of freedom, unbeknownst to me that while breaking ties with technology, I would literally find myself in Freedom.
My last tweet was posted on Saturday morning and I officially left technology behind. Well, for the most part. I used my phone for pictures and a few texts (Jewish moms get worried) but my emails went unanswered, Twitter went unread, and Instagram remained still.
What I found was more than I had bargained for. Originally worried that I would be bored, I brought magazines and freaked out upon realizing that I had forgotten a book. How would I spend an entire weekend entertaining myself?!
For starters, friends. In a time when much of my interaction with my best friends is through email, it was refreshing to catch up in person. In our busy daily lives, we are provided a cursory overview on the lives of others. Focusing on the "now"and the "where" and the "what" in emails--facts that provide concise information that we're seeking.
Without distractions, we can explore the "why" and the "how"--the things that really matter to us and our friends. A friend's wedding planning, my completely rational fear of lake monsters, our somewhat dysfunctional families, and other things that can't be broken down into 140 characters.
It was the perfect kind of weekend. Reconnecting by disconnecting and in it, finding Freedom.