Have you ever been surprised by something you found sentimental? Something that you think plays a part who you are as a person? I never thought that a phone number would be one of those things for me....but it is.
It has been on the docket of things to do this year to get an iPhone when my Sprint contract expired on April 1st. I never thought in my wildest dreams that one of the biggest pranks of all time would have been pulled on me 3 days later. Of course you can move your number over to a different carrier, BUT and that is a big but, in order to be added to a family plan you and your family members must have area codes in the same state. Since I would be joining my husband the choice was natural that my number would have to change. As the words came out of the mouth of Gerald, the ATT phone salesman, my body got hot, my heart started racing, the scene from SATC when SJP can't have a 917 played over and over and the last 10 1/2 years of my life where I had MY 917 number flashed through my mind. Good times, bad times, different times, new times none the less I felt like it was the last little piece that I had from home and the one thing I had left hanging by a string to tie me back to my roots. I even entertained the idea of keeping my "Bla"Berry (over the last 2 years the "c" and the "k" have worn off) to keep my #. And as I wrestled with my emotions my husband said one of the most chivalrous things to me, "Babe, I can change my # to a New York # if you want to keep yours."When I realized the sacrifice that he would make for me and our family to save an extra $60 a month I knew that I couldn't let him do that. After all, I was already giving away my city # I couldn't give away my city style too! I had to woman up, bite the bullet, be a big girl and say, "Ok, I'm gonna do it." The hours following as I sent out mass text messages to all the people I wanted to have my new 407 # I got back condolences, congratulations, and a "Did hell freeze over?" I texted with people I haven't spoken to in years and was pleased to know they remembered me and wanted to know what was going on in my life. But the best text I got was from one of my New York girl friends, who comforted me with the words, "Suburbanism is the new black, and us city folks will still take your calls xo."
This installment is dedicated to- All my New York City girls, Jessica Schwiefel soon to be Mahaney, and Steve Jobs.
