Trapped in the Old Scene

   Here is some of my personal life context that you will be needing to navigate through this post:
- my parents have been travelling in Italy for the past three months and will continue to do so until Nov. 29 (my mum) and forever (my dad)
- my sweet sweet bf is having a crisis as he lives at home for a little bit, which I am handling in the way that I handle children: by not knowing what to do and thus trying to "give space" to him.
   Thats all you need to know. Fast forward to me, today, in my Victorian Literature class. My super hip young prof who I have a girl crush on is talking at the head of the class, a map of England is on the projector. My prof is talking about how the introduction of the railway in 1830 into Victorian England changed their entire perception of time. Zoom in on my face as I have an epiphany in class. Thats me, right over there in the third row, with the mangey hair and gloves on in class because room H1133 is cold as the grave.
   I am having an epiphany because at this moment in my life I am trapped in Victorian England. I cannot reach my loved ones instantaneously. My mother legit sends me postcards, which is some top-knotch Queen Victoria shit, but other than that my parents rarely get to an internet cafe. Telephones are to my parents what telegrams were to the Victorians: methods of communication reserved for only the most dire of circumstances. Is your brother on fire? Well you'd better wait three days for the letter to arrive in Manchester because this is not an important enough life event.
   My prof went on to describe texting and our 2012 response to time and communication (blah blah blah learning) and I was like, "excuse me teachuh, but I'm givin ma boyfrand space so I am a reg'lur Jane Austen". That is what I said in class. But seriously, it felt like I'd gone back in time. I'm in this weird floaty state where I can't reach the most important people in my young life immediately. I may as well be an orphan working in a blacking factory, right?