Remember way back when, I considered getting an IPhone 3G, but decided to pass. Among other reasons, I realized then that what I really needed was a wireless modem for our road trips, so I could work on my computer. Writing posts with my thumbs seemed ridiculous.
Well, that was then. Now, I’ve caved.
And funnily enough, I feel like I owe y’all an explanation.
So first off, we did get that wireless modem – the MiFi from Virgin Mobile. And it has been wonderful for our many short and long road trips. Except for during a stretch in Western Kansas. When it wasn’t so wonderful.
I don’t regret that purchase for a moment, as it has given me probably 50 hours of work time that I wouldn’t otherwise have had. And seriously, there are only so many books on tape this gal can listen to before I’m itching to blog again!
But back to the phone… here’s how it all went down:
Several months ago, we decided to upgrade my husband’s phone to an Android smart phone. His three-year old (stupid) phone was dying a not very slow death and we knew we needed to upgrade.
At the moment, we were sharing a family plan with my dad and stepmom, which had proven to be super economical. His line was only $25 per month (as was mine).
Well, for the cost of the phone (about $150) + the same $25 per month, he could switch to Virgin Mobile and get 300 minutes + unlimited data + unlimited texts. With the AT&T family plan, he got minutes, but nothing else. Virgin Mobile, therefore, seemed like a no-brainer.
Plus Virgin has no contracts, so if he wanted out, he could get out – and sell the phone on Craigslist.
Of course, he loved his phone. And became a texting-checking-the-scores-downloading-apps fool.
And I was jealous.
I started daydreaming about smart phones. I researched. I decided I ONLY wanted the iphone (I’m an Apple snob, what can I tell you?)
I tried to keep my obsessions in check. Until our power / Internet went out, twice in 3 days, for very long stretches at a time. Then I started obsessing a lot.
I decided that I “needed” the iPhone (you know, when need means “really, really want, so bad that it seems like a need”?). But I couldn’t throw all my “on a budget”ness out the window, so I set a goal for myself: To earn $x from the blog for 3 months in a row before I could get myself the phone.
I figured by the time that happened, the iphone 5 would be out, and I’d be able to score a sweet deal on the 4.
ETA for my new iphone: December 2011 / January 2012.
Hmm, but it’s only September? you might be thinking. Oh, yeah, that’s right: My husband rocks.
Remember that little (milestone) birthday I had a few weeks ago? Yup! Guess what my present was? AN IPHONE!!!!!!!!!
I was home alone when my cell phone started ringing. But it was a weird ring. “Did Frankie change my ring for my birthday?” I stupidly wondered.
I started digging around in my
black hole purse and couldn’t find my phone… because instead, I fished out my new iPhone.
There was a sticker on the back, that read Happy Birthday, Mara!
Just so you know, I haven’t totally lost my head with my new shiny toy. I reworked the AT&T family plan a bit, dropping some minutes, since now that DH has switched to Virgin Mobile, the remaining three of us require fewer minutes. With text and data – both new to my plan – and unlimited calls to wireless phones, regardless of the carrier, I am only paying $20 more per month than I was before.
That’s still an extra $240 a year that has to come from somewhere, but it’s a lot easier to make this adjustment than it would be for the $700+ a year I was imaging it would be.
So now that I’ve confessed my unfrugal indulgence, tell me: Have any of you waited a very long time for something you really, really, REALLY wanted? Was the reward as sweet as you had hoped?
Are you also queen (king) of rationalizing why a want is really a need? Do you ever throw caution to the wind? Or do the numbers always have to make sense before you take the plunge?