Telecom induced existential crisis

Considering the techy line of work I'm in, I really am rather behind with all gadgets etc. The fact that our broadband is currently malfunctioning at home has made me realize that this thing called mobile broadband might be quite nifty to have. I could actually use my tiny tiny laptop for the purpose for which it was intended: being dragged around and utilized on the go (I would of course have to outfit it properly with one of those bling cases - just an added bonus). I could e-mail and read the news and blog on the way to and from work. I could access travel information, watch TV even. Endless possibilities!

However, it's causing me huge mental anguish to actually choose a provider, for the same reasons that I've kept my crappy non-MMS enabled cell phone of the 2nd cheapest Nokia-variety even though I could so afford a better one.

The tariff. The commitment. The cheapest tariffs are bound for 24 months (that actually means 2 years once you decode it from marketing speech, trying to make it sound less imposing... 2 years??? how the heck do I know I'll be in Sweden in 2 years??). Even though I'm perfectly happy here right now, how do I even know I'm going to be here in 18 months?? Which is really a crux, because costs vary quite significantly. I can get expensive pay-as-you-go and not commit myself to more than 3 months. I could certainly do a year, but that's almost as expensive as pay-as-you-go. 18 months seems to be the minimum for cheaper tariffs, but that's a year and a half...

Commitment phobic speaking (typing). Gaaah.

It's like the sofa (huge, corner-variety in cream leather which I own). Tying me to this land, because it's costly/annoying/cumbersome to get rid off if you just need to leave.

My parents are still married, where do all these fears come from??
Geez.