A while ago I wrote about an unforeseen setback that thoroughly derailed my project for a few weeks: losing my backpack. Today, I'm back to tell you about another one: the unfortunate and untimely death of both my camera and my laptop. On the same day.
Because apparently London isn't exciting enough by itself.
The good news is that none of my pictures on my camera or my data on my laptop were lost. And the better news is that one of my flatmates is visiting her family in Australia and won't need her laptop, so she's letting me use it. But even with all these fortuitous events occurring, my research and writing will still suffer some major setbacks.
The most difficult problem I face with my laptop dying is my flatmate asked that I only use her laptop at the flat, and not to take it with me to do research. I completely respect this, especially considering that my luck in the UK with valuables has been rather bad. However, this also means that when I go to the British Library and do research, I have no computer access, and therefore I cannot write and research at the same time. And being forced to have separate processes of writing and researching significantly slows down my progress. I'm used to going to the library, getting a huge pile of books, writing until I need to research a quote or a date, and researching until I can write again. Separating the processes adds quite a handicap.
Anyway, the sum total of all these problems are adding to another problem. Even though I have two more weeks here in England (busy days, full of research at the Library and museums and art galleries, day-trips to historical sites, and a last-minute trip to Ireland), I am more than ready to come home. I can't stop thinking about my flight home, or who I'm going to see when I get back. I'm getting "trunky," as they say.
This "trunkiness" is made worse by a number of factors:
-the aforementioned breaking of my camera and laptop, which will be replaced once I get home.
-all of my friends on their study-abroads/summer vacations/internships have returned home in the past week or so, and feel the need to tell me about how much they have missed the States.
-my sister announcing that she and her youngest child are coming out to visit when I get home.
-professors at BYU who I really need to talk to in person (emails just aren't cutting it anymore).
-wedding invites from about a bazillion friends getting married in the few weeks between my return to the States and the beginning of school.
Does anyone have ideas or remedies for getting rid of my "trunkiness"? It's not like I'm so obsessed with thoughts of home that it's impeding my research, but it's hard to enjoy my time here when my mind is a few thousand miles away. If you have any suggestions, they would be very much appreciated, and if I come up with a solution, I'll be sure to write about it.