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 So I have to have a new phone, because my current one is dying a slow and painful death and I'm tired of it. I just ordered a new Nexus 5, which should be here by next week, and I'm pleased about that.

What I am not pleased about is that I don't think there's any way for me to keep my current 907 number, at all. I'm planning on signing up for a new Lower 48 plan with T-Mobile, and they won't port over a 907 number because they have no coverage in Alaska. The only major company that currently does is AT&T. And Google Voice also won't port over a 907 number, because they don't have any kind of deal with my carrier.

So I'm shit outta luck. So long, number I've had since high school. You have about a week left to you and then I have to relegate you to that corner of my brain that still remembers my dad's cell number from elementary school.

I don't know why, exactly, this is upsetting me so much, but it really is. Mainly it just seems like it's going to be such a goddamn hassle to update my phone number everywhere, including in my own head, and if I want to forward calls from my 907 number to whatever my new 206 number will be, we'll presumably have to keep the number with the Alaska carrier, which is so stupid.

I shouldn't complain; I'm getting a new phone with a cheaper monthly cost and better data. It just feels a little like severing a physical tie to Alaska, to childhood, and something about that is so scary and sad that I've got a lump in my throat. 

I'll be okay. And once I've got my new phone number, I'll let y'all know and if you would like it, we can work something out.

(I might be less upset if I could find ANYTHING on Google Voice that I liked. There are a couple numbers with my surname, but nothing with my given name, nothing with "alaska," and I can't come up with any good Shakespeare references that get results. BOO.)

Due to some things I wanna get checked out to make sure this too too solid flesh is functioning correctly, I finally did what I should have done a year ago and got myself into the actual Group Health system so I can schedule a physical and get a referral.

Thoughts:

( Adulthood is weird, but GHC is thus far pretty solid. )

( In other news, I sold pies at my old place of employment today. )

AND I got paid, so today was just, like, adulthood all over the place. Yay? Sure, yay. It's Friday night now and I am going to deposit my checks, shop for video games, kick back and write.

Some days I rhapsodize about how great working on the pie truck is; some days I start work at 1:30, end at 10:30, and don't get to bed until midnight.

Guess what today was!

I have, at long last, met my nemesis.

And it is embarrassing.

 HA. Today I managed to wrangle half a dozen people into a meeting onto Tuesday AND I scheduled a hair appointment for next weekend AND I bought a bunch of produce at the farmer's market.

#WINNINGATADULTHOOD

Now I just want to nap the naps of the just.

 --Aheh, I just found two white hairs. That's three since graduation. Looks like Mom's genes throw true.

A Day in the Life. Or, what adulthood looks like for an aspiring writer in Capitol Hill on the first day of February in 2013.

I think I'm going to have another post soon reflecting on adulthood through the lens of Diana Wynne Jones' comments about how there seems to be an idea that "growing up" means "turning off your imagination." Maybe tomorrow -- this daily blogging thing seems to be working out reasonably well.

You know, the first half of 2012 was pretty rough in a lot of ways. I started anti-anxiety meds. I had more than one meltdown in spite of them. I was often hard on myself, because someone was being hard on me. I -- and all of Anchorage -- lost someone beautiful to suicide.

But I made it through. And in September, I walked four hundred miles to Santiago. And in October, I moved to a new city. And in November, I wrote a novel. And in December, I worked.

And today, I finally got myself a bookshelf and finished unpacking my books, and strung up my little Christmas lights (only a week late!), and my itty-bitty living space feels like home.



For those of you on this side of the world, where it's still December 31st, I hope that your night tonight is warm and safe and full of light and laughter. And for all of you, no matter where or who you are, I hope that 2013 is good to you. I hope that 2013 sees you home.

I'm so tired, but I am terribly excited because TONIGHT I GET ladysingsthe IN MY APARTMENT AND NEXT WEEK I GET newredshoes.

And I got a temp assignment so I am MAKING THE MONEYS AGAIN.