Revenge of the iPhone

A while ago I wrote a very touching piece about my iPhone.

I take it all back.

Not really, but we're going through a bit of a rough patch right now.

Let's back up two months.

My mom's phone had just arrived. I was worried about telling my current iPhone that it wouldn't be joining me on my travels around Europe, but instead would be sent home.

I told it how much I was going to miss it and safe travels, then turned it off and put it in my suitcase with most of my other belongings.

And then I put my SIM card in my mom's phone.

For two weeks I traveled with that phone. It connected to wifi. It's battery lasted all day, even when I was using it. The lock button worked.

And then one day in Malta I decided to go scuba diving.

Don't worry, it's not like I brought the thing in the sea with me; it stayed in my backpack. Along with the soap I had brought to help put on the wet suits.

Out of everything in that backpack - which included my tablet, my wallet, and my passport - the only thing that got soap on it was my (mom's) phone. This soap managed to break the lock button (umm, what?) and destroy the back light. I spent the next two weeks squinting at my phone while holding it up to the sun any time I wanted to use it.

Then my sisters arrived in London. And with them came my sister's old phone. You would think that I had learned my lesson by now, but I hadn't and once again I switched the SIM card. It was like a light had been turned on, literally. I could use her phone without squinting. I could take all the screen shots I wanted. I could turn her phone off and back on again without plugging it into the wall.

Then, my sisters and I went to Munich. One day I'll tell this story in unnecessarily full detail, but for now - out of everything in my soaking wet backpack -- my tablet, my wallet, my passport, my sister's phone, her Kindle -- the only thing that got wet was my (sister's old) phone. How does this even happen? And it didn't just get wet, it got never-going-to-turn-on-again-completely-soaking-and-dead wet. This meant I was back to my mom's phone, the one without a working light.

I used that for the rest of our Europe trip, as well as the week I spent in Florida. Then I came back to Arizona, once again plugged in my real phone, and switched SIM cards. Its lock button still doesn't work. It still can't connect to wifi. Its battery still has the shortest attention span ever. But it's my phone. And I love it. Even with all of its flaws.

I just wish it could pull an Bumble Bee and upgrade itself to a better model while still staying true to itself.

Unfortunately, I'm fairly certain my phone is not a Transformer.