Progression in phone service: a visual in three parts

First, there was the phone.  Until 2013, I was a landline-only person.  I loved my phone number, so much so that when I moved from downtown, I called the phone company and told them, “I’m moving and I want to keep my phone number.”  Thankfully, rules had relaxed and it came with me when Matt and I moved in together, and then followed us to the Orange Door.

In 2013, I bought my first cell phone*, skipping over all other incarnations and jumping in at the smartphone period.  I was surprised at how much I liked it.  So this was why everyone was always staring at them.  One thing I didn’t like?  My cell phone number.  It started with 971, for one thing.  Who wants that stupid area code?  I didn’t actually want to talk on my cell phone, so I kept the landline, and my awesome phone number.

Just this year, I learned you can keep your landline number and have it ported to your cell phone company.  I would not have to give up my beloved phone number!  It happened that I was due for a new phone, so instead of upgrading and transferring my cell number to my new phone, I instead transferred my landline number to my new phone.  It was easy!**

Now we are not paying the monthly bill for a landline AND I have my favorite phone number.  All is well.

I realize that cool phone numbers are more-or-less moot.  Once the number gets programmed into someone’s phone they never look at it again.  But I know how cool my phone number is. It’s mathematically correct!  So I’m happy.

*Note that this is not cell phone, version 1, it’s cell phone version 2.
**Porting the number was easy, dealing with the fallout from the landline people was not. We lost internet for a few days, which wasn’t fun, and turned out to have not been necessary.