Same phone, different number
I finally did it! I updated my cell phone number!! 
:) It’s really funny how something as insignificant as a cell phone number can feel like it has you tied down to your past. I still had a Laredo phone number and I haven’t lived there for almost 2 years!!
You see, with my recent move (and all that it entailed!), I had to give my cell number to several different people. More than once, after seeing my area code, someone asked me, “Oh, where in the Valley are you moving from?” *sigh* I really didn’t mind explaining the boring details to them, but it did serve as, not a painful, but rather an unpleasant reminder of where I’ve been. I am at a point in my life where all I want to do is move on from everything that had to do with the last chapter of my life. Don’t get me wrong, with as much as I might have complained about my job or my time living in Laredo, I do not regret a bit of it. I learned so much from the experiences I’ve had these past four years–things that will remain with me for the rest of my life. And the friendships and acquaintances I made are irreplaceable and I would never want to disconnect myself with them. I could never forget the people I’ve met or the places that I’ve been. I am the same person at a new place in my life. I thought that changing my cell phone number would help to close the door on the past few years, I guess it kind of does. It really serves as a symbol of moving on to my next chapter–it’s the same phone, just a different number.
