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I'm a health writer and editor for nbcnews.com and today.com. I live in Seattle, and, yes, it DOES rain that much here.
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Interests include running, reading, traveling and pictures of my cat.
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Two days after I got back from my trip to South Africa, I went to bed and plugged in my iPhone to charge overnight — but when I woke up, the screen was dark, and the phone never turned back on. Normally, this wouldn’t be a huge deal — it’s still under warranty, so I can get a new phone from Apple, no problem.
But. I have tons and tons of photos from SA on the phone, which I hadn’t gotten a chance to upload yet. (And, yes, I know now about the Cloud, but I didn’t then.)
And so began a month-long saga of ridiculousness. Long story, but I’ve taken it to three shops, including the Apple store, and nothing. Now, I’ve sent it off to some mysterious shop in the Bay Area called DriveSavers, where a bunch of nerds are going to charge me some unholy amount of money for my sentimentality.
So I’m in this weird limbo with these photos: Will I get them back? And when? And how much will it cost? I don’t know, and there’s nothing I can do but wait. Wait for my phone. Wait for Andrew to come home. Wait to hear whether and when I’m moving (there’s been this teeny tiny insignificant little shake-up at my work recently, you see).
I’m trying to remember that usually I love the in-between parts of life — I love the airport and airplanes, for one: being not-here but not-yet-there. Big things are about to happen, and soon … but for now, there are bike rides and books and friends and family, and I guess that’s OK, too. It has to be, anyway, for a while. All I can do is wait.
