My television in my bedroom decided to stop in the midst of me binge watching The Handmaid’s Tale. I know I am late to the party as it relates to this show. I have no idea why I haven’t watched this show but back to the topic at hand.
I have an older model television in my living room that I am not using. I thought I can just move it to my bedroom because so I could avoid purchasing a new tv right away. Well, this t.v. no longer works and a wave of sadness hit me. Now you might ask why am I sad over a television. I’ll tell you why. My granny bought me that tv. It has followed me at every major junction of my like. High school, college, when I lived with my dad, and the first time living alone. It served as a symbolic reminder that my granny was with me every step of the way. If you know me personally, then you know I was attached to the hip of my granny. I think people back home forget my mom is my mom because I was always with my granny.
I know it’s a broken television. It’s old. They probably don’t make the parts anymore but getting rid of it will take some time.
And yes, I have taken myself down to the Wal Mart to purchase a new tv and my granny tv is sitting in its same spot.