We had a phone like this in our kitchen when I was growing up. It wasn’t red, it was white, well, off-white and dirty by the time my memory serves. Its cord was long and winding, often twisted around itself but still allowing my Mom to cook while talking all the way across the kitchen. Managing such a cord was a rite of passage for those of us raised in the 80’s; it kept us tethered to our kitchens, physically bound and grounded to our homes in a way that the current generation can never quite understand.
The world feels like it’s missing that sort of stability, and that people no longer have a stalwart foundation the way some of us had with a single home for the duration of our childhoods. Another example of gratitude and luck, and ideal for a Virgo like myself who sometimes finds change to be a challenge.
