I just had this delivery, right? Like, a few blocks from my house, a neighborhood I've lived in my entire adult life, and my damn GPS cut out. Just *poof*. And I swear to god, for a full minute, I had NO IDEA how to get there. My hands were shaking, like a full-blown panic attack, just because I couldn't find my way home without a little blue dot telling me where to go. Is that pathetic? To be so utterly reliant on something external just to exist in your own damn zip code? It just hit me then, like a punch to the gut: I don't even know who I am without all this—the kids, the house, the *phone*. We’re all just… drifting, aren’t we? Like digital tumbleweeds.