I received the email from my cell phone provider telling me it was time to move on, upgrade, etc. Up until this point, my cell phones had been more utilitarian and nothing like the mini computer / phone I currently use.
My phone had been beside me on all of my walks providing music to motivate me. It helped me navigate strange roads and even learn a “poco” bit of Spanish. Obviously not enough. Now I was being told it was time to leave it behind.
True, it really didn’t have enough memory for my growing collection of apps. I put all of my photos and books in the cloud, but my music and apps like Facebook took a lot of megabytes. I’d always have to delete one app to load another. Sigh.
It was time to take the leap. Of course, once I arrived at the store, I deduced none of the penny phones would do. I stood before the display of the newer generation of phones. With all of my apps, it wouldn’t make sense to change brands. One phone was less money (which is code for still a shitload of money), but it was smaller in size than my current one. I had enough problems with typing on my faithful little blue phone. No way would this one work.
The other potential replacement was much larger. It had a lot of GB’s, 64 GB’s to be exact. What couldn’t I do with so much memory? It would be easier to type on, easier to read my books when my Kindle wasn’t available to use and it was BIG! The American way of thinking is ‘the bigger, the better’, right?
I told them to ring me up. What was a few…several hundred dollars compared to the new relationship I would be developing with my new buddy? This phone would be in my presence more often than my husband.
I took my new rose-gold lifeline-to-the-world home with me. After downloading all of my apps again and getting familiar with it, I had a sudden shocking realization. My new phone wouldn’t fit in my back pocket or any pocket. It wouldn’t fit in the armband I specifically purchased for my cell phone for easy access and convenience during my long walks.
Just like a real love affair, sometimes the little irritating traits don’t show up until after the commitment has been made. And as we do in real life, we adapt and accept those quirks, because you can’t live without them anymore.