Hello? Hello? Hello?

Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny . . .

My friends and sisters have made fun of my phone for years. Yes, years. I've had the same phone that long - since 2007. Which in and of itself is kind of a miracle. My first few cell phones never lasted long; I dropped them too often. So either the phones got better, or I became more careful. Me. Definitely me. This is my phone.


That's right the sexy LG Chocolate. I got this model right after the Razor.


Man was that a cool phone. I remember flipping it open and closed all. the. time. But it died, and I moved onto the Chocolate. This one slid open and closed. Just as cool to play with.

I actually remember the Palm Treo. My Dad had one. My cool friend Michele had one. My New Yorker co-worker had one. I could combine my Palm Pilot and my phone. I wanted one bad. I'm really showing you my inner organizing, calender planning dork!


Forget the fact that the phone was a bigger brick than Zack Morris' ancient cell phone; it was cool.


Then all of my friends got a Blackberry for work. But I knew that a Blackberry meant someone always being able to get a hold of me, and honestly I didn't want any boss/client/friend to have that kind of power. I didn't care if it symbolized that I was important enough to need someone to be able to reach me at any time. No thank you. I didn't need or want the prestige. I could have a career without the constant emails.

Then the iPhone came out. But it was on AT&T, and I had a Verizon plan. And then I went back to school and played the poor college student card. Plus I was always on my computer anyway; did I really need internet on my phone?

So I stuck with my little LG Chocolate, even as it became more and more ghetto. The edges have dents from dropping it. (Oh wait, didn't I just tell you that it had to have been me that become more careful.) The battery has stopped holding charge for very long. But it works. And honestly I don't use it that often.

Then even my "I'm waiting for the Verizon iPhone" line didn't work anymore. It happened, and I kind of didn't care. Sure my phone only held enough battery for one day, but big deal. I just charge it at night. Plus I have an iPad, so I have internet access where ever I go. I'm not completely technology inept; I have just chosen not to care about phones. And so I let my friends make fun of me. And I laugh with them. It is ridiculous. I'll own that.

And then it happened. I went to call my parents on Sunday and the phone looked like it had dialed, but it wasn't ringing. Weird. I tried again. Same thing. I tried another number. Same problem. I went for a walk outside; I'd never had reception problems in my apartment but who knows. Nope same thing. Then my Mom tried to call me. I answered but couldn't hear anything. This went on for a while, but the outcome remained the same.

My phone realized I wasn't going to give up on it until is stopped working. And well it hasn't given up completely, I have no sound capabilities anymore but I can text.

Part of me wants to see just how long I can go without a phone. I have text and emails, that will work right? Day 1, complete.