My five year old MacBook finally gave up the ghost. I went to fire her up and … nothing happened … She had been struggling for well over a year, and I’d had my suspicions she wouldn’t be with us much longer in January (when thankfully I backed all my files up), so her passing came as no surprise. Vale MacBook, we had some amazing adventures together.
Despite arguing with a colleague who insisted that I didn’t need a new computer, and that he could fix it up for me – “IT’S FIVE YEARS OLD, SHE HAD A GOOD LIFE, LEAVE ME ALONE!”, the next evening I ordered a shiny new MacBook Pro. She arrived two days later.
In what can only be described as an amazing display of self-control, I didn’t crack open the box for five whole days. My friends on Twitter were mortified, and Mr Posy thought it some kind of blasphemy. Apparently nobody believes in delayed gratification anymore.
What they didn’t understand was that I had to be ready, before I unleashed the powers of my new MBP. Every nook of my house had to be clean, because I couldn’t bring a new MBP into the world that wasn’t as perfect as I knew she would be, and I had to have enough time to sit and fully appreciate her beauty. I knew that once I opened that box, I would be sucked into the vortex where hours pass by in what seem like minutes, and before I know it, a whole day has gone by and I’m still in my pyjamas.
I was like a kid at Christmas when I finally did open the box.
I am still reeling and a little bit giddy over my love affair with my new MBP. When we’re together, it’s like nobody else is in the room. I didn’t know life could be this good. It’s been a long time since I was able to run my internet browser and iTunes at the same time, or open Photoshop, or save a word document, or not want to throw my computer across the room after waiting on the never-ending pinwheel of death.
It may have taken me a while to set her up, but we’ve settled well into our new life together. Self-control, sheer laziness, they’re one and the same, really…