I had been doing so well. I resisted the temptation last week at the Apple store, having realized that my Nokia N95 is by all means a fantastic telephone and needs not to be replaced by an iPhone. I tamed my envy.
Last night, I take my phone out of my pocket and see the following:
No idea how that happened.
Now yeah, I could have dealt with this until two weeks from now when I’ll be back in Tel Aviv. After my last phone fiasco (read: swimming with your smartphone will break it), I smartly insured this phone. But who can spend two weeks without email, calendaring, and more on the go? At least that’s what I told myself when walking into the Apple store today. So now I have an iPhone. I’m sure I’ll miss the N95…