Yes, dear friends, before this, I was still toting around my trusty flip phone, texting with T9, scratching my head at emojis translated into rectangular boxes.
“How does it feel?” my friend Alissa asked when I sent her my first text from my new, shiny, fully-activated device.
“I feel like a real, grown-up lady!” was my reply, complete with the requisite slew of accompanying emojis.
When I made the decision to switch, I will admit that it felt like the end of an era. I was always the holdout. The girl with the flip phone. The millennial who didn’t need a smartphone, who didn’t even have texting until four years ago, who was just fine living the simple life without the added encumbrance of one more device, thankyouverymuch.
I realized that a lot of my hesitation wasn’t so much about making the change, but feeling like I was losing part of my identity.