i’ll be seeing you

IMG_1-3.jpg 2.36.42 PM IMG2.jpgIMG_2.jpg IMG_5.jpgIMG_4.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_8.jpgIMG_9.jpg IMG_10.jpgIMG_3.jpgThis year I promised myself that I would purchase my first iPhone. Being a product of my generation, and already owning multiple Apple devices, I felt that it was time to retire my Samsung. After all, most of the bloggers that I follow have owned their iPhones for years! So very reluctantly, I picked a day during the middle of the week to go and buy a new cellphone.

I must admit that learning to use an iPhone was extremely easy, and the overall transition has been fun and amazing. I am also becoming addicted to the free games that are provided in the Apps. Does anyone else have this problem? Also, I have to say that the cases alone are reason enough to switch to an iPhone. I am seriously in love with my new rabbit case (even though his whiskers scratch my ears every time I receive a call).

Yet, for some reason, I still can’t part with my old phone. I have even dedicated one of the two zippers in my purse to bring it along wherever I go. With no number or service, it is a sad reminder of my initial switch to a smartphone. I feel as if my Samsung needs a proper goodbye, so I am treating this post as a sendoff.

Here were some other song titles that I deemed appropriate for saying farewell to my phone: “Yesterday,” “Here Without You,” “Goodbye My Lover,” “I Will Remember You,” “Don’t Forget to Remember Me,” and “See You on the Other Side.” So long, my Samsung. I’ll be seeing you.

Have a spectacular weekend, friends!!

Emory

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
    email: helloscarlettblog@outlook.com

  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every waking and spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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