You don't have to call

I feel like I've lost a part of my identity. This morning, I have decided to make the drastic move: I changed my cell phone number. In the past last 40 months, I've been in multiple countries around the world, for short or extended periods of time, but my beloved number has remained the same. The only stable thing in my live, besides my family and some really good friends, is now gone. I went from a 801-number to a 703-number, and my heart broke. I remember... It was 3:10 in the morning EST. I did it, and then I laid in bed until dusk, half awake, half asleep, trying to remember the new 9 digits that would be new part of who I am... "You don't have to call"... cause I still can't remember my new number.