As simple as a phone number

I changed my phone number today. It’s a rather big step toward the direction of my upcoming move to a different state. Don’t get me wrong, I have been planning to change my number for a while so the change itself is not the surprise. I had gone through all the different rationale behind my choice – local businesses wouldn’t want to call an out-of-state number, a lot of the jobs I’m applying for will not consider an out of state applicant, etc. (I really should have put more thought into the applications I have already sent out as well. *cringe*)

What really surprised me was the sadness I feel letting go of my 808 number and area code. I’ve had the same number for over five years, probably closer to ten years – from around the time I received my first cell phone. What I didn’t realize until today was how important that number was to me. It was something that immediately told people something about who I am and where I came from. See, depending on who I gave my number to, I would either get “Where is that area code from?” or “Hawaii area code? What the hell are you doing here?”

At some point, I got tired of telling my story over and over – “I left for college and decided to stay. Yes, it’s beautiful there. Yes, the weather there is a lot better. Yes, I was crazy to leave. No, I don’t want to go back. Yes, I’m crazy.”

I got tired of telling that story; but, what I didn’t understand was that it didn’t matter if I changed my number – my story is still the same and I can’t run away from it or hide it. With my new number, I may not get the same questions – I may not get questions at all. I haven’t decided if this is a good thing or not.

I thought it was time to move on. Changes are good and necessary for life. Hawaii has and always will be an important part of my life Рnothing will ever change that. Now, it will just be a little bit harder for people to learn about that part of my life (even though all they have to do is ask). So, I hope they ask.

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