Identity Crisis
As my husband and I sat in bed wrapping up our evening last night, -each with our computers out, sometimes with competing dialogue and volume -I encountered a surreal moment of an IDENTITY CRISIS . You see, my husband, while also playing games and watching vlogs from Facebook, changed our cell phone provider. This was not unexpected. In fact, we had been talking about and planning this adjustment for a while. As he put the new sim cards into our phones and logged in all the proper numbers and identifiers for each of us, he ran into a problem: my cell phone number would not transfer to the new carrier. And so you, my reader, ask "so what?" I sat there in my pajamas, trying to watch my episode of "alreadysawthisumpteentimes" on Netflix, and I felt myself being hollowed out -a sinking melancholy washed through me. I was flashing back to my fourteenth birthday. As a freshman in high school, I hadn't expected a lot for my birthday. I understoo...