Back when my TV lived in the closet, I used to sit on the front porch and drink wine with a friend. I used to sit and watch thunderstorms. Or the people pass by, the cars drive past.
Back when my TV lived in the closet, I used to sit around with friends, listening to good music and telling stories. I used to make dinner for friends, throw parties just for fun.
Back when my TV lived in the closet, I used to take walks at night, just to think. I used to stop by the park and swing on the swingset at midnight. Kick back on a bench and stare at the stars.
Back when my TV lived in the closet, I used to regularly call my friends and spend hours on the phone. I’d write real, honest-to-God letters with my fountain pen on pretty stationery, the kind of letter you put in a box and keep.
Back when I had no car, I used to hop on the transit train and ride it both ways, just to sit and think. A trip on the bus to downtown for window shopping was a big treat, topped off with a movie at the theater. An indulgence, just for me.
Back when I had no car and no TV, I had no TBR pile--just an R pile.
You know, I ache for those days. Why can’t we have them, again?