I’m back! After a month-long hiatus caused by a toxic work schedule, the holiday rush, my best friend’s wedding, and the week-long flu that ensued, I now commit to blogging more regularly, full time. Yes, that’s one of my 2015 resolutions that I really intend to keep–but more on that in future blog posts! I have an exciting line-up of blog posts to share with you, but I must take things one day at a time, one post per day, so as not to overwhelm you or myself.
Okay, after a somewhat unrelated introduction, allow me to get to the point of this blog post, which is what’s in the title: Today, I say goodbye to my beloved iPhone 5 that has been my companion for almost two years. I never thought it would affect me so much, but for some reason, it did, and I actually got depressed over it last week, suffering from separation anxiety. It’s the one thing I’ll miss as I bid goodbye to 2014 and embark on this new journey I decided to make for myself in 2015. Writing about it will hopefully help. Sorry if you think I’m being silly.
As I went over all the files, photos, notes, voice memos, and contacts stored in my iPhone 5 (whose iOS I stubbornly refused to update because I really liked the original OS so much and was comfortable with it), I went on a trip down memory lane over the last couple of years that have arguably been among the best years of my life so far. That iPhone was with me through practically every moment of the last couple of years starting March 2013 until I finally erased all data from it last week. It was with me through the happiest and worst of times
It’s been with me everywhere I went in the last couple of years. I brought it with me on my two trips to the US, to Korea, to Cebu, El Nido, Coron, Bohol, and all the other places I visited in 2013 and 2014. It kept me preoccupied every time, everywhere I went. It held some of my best-kept secrets, thousands of photos of my work and life, and my sweetest, most cherished messages, especially from my boyfriend–it even witnessed the blossoming of that relationship last year–all of which I had to delete, of course.
I feel like I lost a friend. I smiled for it thousands of times, asked my friends and loved ones–sometimes, celebrities–to do the same, held it in my hand, stared at it, cleaned it, dressed it up in various cases, and made sure it was with me at all times. It was the first thing I looked at in the morning, and the last thing I check at night.
I know, I know, this sounds like the classic example of how technology is taking over personal relationships, but in this case I beg to disagree, especially as someone who makes sure NOT to check her phone during meals or when hanging out with friends and loved ones. Face-to-face interaction and communication will always be more important to me, but I believe when those are not possible, technology such as my beloved iPhone helped bridge the gap, enhanced relationships, and made sure a few moments of those are frozen forever in our countless group photos and travel shots. I’m sure you know this already and will agree, albeit begrudgingly, even in your heart of hearts.
And so, to end my brief yet emotional tribute to my old smartphone, I just want to say goodbye, iPhone 5. Who knows, I’ll get an iPhone 6 soon (because I’ve become an Apple girl over the last couple of years), but nothing can replace what we went through together. Thank you for never conking out on me. You served me well.