There were a couple things I was curious to see how I felt about when I got to the halfway house. One was cell phones. I realized I like not having a cell phone. Sure I like the convenience of having a computer at my fingertips but the way it disconnects people, I don’t like. As many phones are in prison they still are used sparingly so they play less of a role on dominating life. Everyone here at the halfway house are on their phones constantly. They just sit around buried in their phones (I say this knowing full well I’m doing the same thing rt. now). With the compound being so small (and we are stuck here) it’s super boring. Maybe it’s supposed to be that way. Who knows? But I will have a different relationship with my phone when I’m out.