I get this. That happened to me after my dad died and even more so after my grandmother died, leaving my mom alone in her house. I had my cell phone by my side all the freakin' time and got to where I hated it and wanted it to never ring. It took months for me to realize that I no longer needed to have the phone with me at all times, and that its ringing was mostly a good thing.

Getting a new phone helped a lot, and now I'm wondering whether part of why I'm wanting to get a smartphone so badly is because I associate this phone with my former job in Shrewsbury. I would love to have no more reminders of that time.