Inching Towards Acceptable

This will sound like one of the lamest posts I’ve written in a long while, especially to all you people who live in the land of milk and honey otherwise known as “places where they have fast, abundant internet.”

I don’t live there.

I love my town. I’m a huge fan of the small atmosphere and knowing people wherever I go. But if there’s one thing I’d have to list at the top of Things I Don’t Like About Here, up until today it would have been that the fastest decent internet I could get was 3 mbps. Three. T-h-r-e-e. As in, the number that comes after 2.

When you’re in a house with multiple people who want to stream or play things online at the same time, splitting 3 mbps is like this:

We literally have to go around turning things with wi-fi off in an effort to try and conserve bandwidth each evening. And I know that comes across as a total First World Problem, but you know what? The struggle is real.

But not anymore!

I just got off the phone with our ISP, and they checked the house and confirmed we can now have speeds up to a blazing fast 15 mbps. FIFTEEN! I didn’t want to splurge too fast, so I just bumped us up to 7 mbps for now to see if that’s enough for us to be happy. But the idea that we went from 3 as the fastest we could go to 15 in one fell swoop . . .

It’s enough to make this hardened, cynical librarian shed a tear or two of joy.

Of course, I still have to go home and confirm those speeds are real. But for now, I’m doing the happy dance.

So if any of you punks out there are thinking about posting what great speeds you get at home, don’t bother. I don’t want to hear it. Because I get to live in western Maine, and you don’t.