First my apologies for being extremely lax (again) in updating the blog even though a number of things could have found their way on this page... I leave that for some other time but for now, I've had an epiphany that had to be shared... Read on...
I never thought the day would come when I would give the importance of an identity to a 10-digit number. But it came, yesterday, when my old number that I have been using for over 6 years was activated after a week's futile attempts at getting my micro-SIM started. (The futile attempts are a subject for another post altogether).
Coming back to the importance of my old number; To begin with, six long years of being a way of identifying me; who I call, who I message and whose calls I don't answer... This number became a part of who I was. When did this happen? I really don't know, but I realized it only last week when a temporary number that was assigned to me in its stead just didn't seem right. It was like calling me by another name...
It's not that this is my first mobile number; If I'm not mistaken its probably my third or fourth, but what sets it apart is that it has been with me for the longest time.
Call me looney if you will, but I love my mobile number and don't want to change it for anything in this world...
