The last time I changed my cell phone number was in 2004, a mile after leaving one place in Texas and moving to another, at a gas station.
Now that we have unlimited service and don’t get penalized for changing addresses or carriers it makes no sense to change that number (except if someone keeps calling you thinking you’re the Subway store a few miles away or another keeps calling saying “Yo Darnell” then hanging up).
So we now live in quite a homogenous yet dichotomous town where most everyone grew up here, live here and will die here.
Then there’s where we live, home to people from around the world – professionals all from athletes to architects, engineers to professors. Everyone we meet and share numbers with has a different area code.
With every area code comes a story. I’m from Texas, you’re from New York or North Carolina or California or Oregon. It’s fascinating! Then it goes on to dinner and recipes from someone’s home and taste memories.
Many folks would hate moving around so much but aside from the boxes and actual moving part and scariness of a new place and having to learn shortcuts to the grocery stores, drycleaner et al it’s invigorating to always be in an interesting place meeting new people.
Sometimes I envy my in-laws for being in place for so long as they have lifetime friendships, kids, grandkids and someday great-grandchildren. For us, some folks stick, some don’t. We enjoy our time together and sometimes get together in a new locale.
We especially enjoy being sent overseas for a time as it affords us an opportunity to learn about new cultures and meet new people. My area code doesn’t really say where I came from. There weren’t cell phones back then! Does yours? Tell me a story about your family’s iced tea or mac & cheese. Dee
Cooking with Dee 