"I hate this piece of shit computer! I swear, our next one is going to be a Mac."
Between us, Rob and I have probably said some version of this line hundreds of times in the five years (and four PCs) we've shared. Earlier this year, when it became clear that the last of our computers was on its last leg, we decided to finally put our "home electronics" budget where our mouths had been for so long. The computer on my lap is light, sleek, and has a back-lit keyboard that I love, love, love and want to kiss. Seriously, I want to take this keyboard on a long, red-eye flight. So...glowy...
The problem with having a new computer, of course, is that I don't know where anything is. Or how anything works. I keep accidentally changing the size of my text, or highlighting more of a sentence than I meant to. And I really don't understand not being able to right-click (even though I'm not sure how often I even need to right-click), and I don't think I'll get to use all of my nifty keyboard shortcuts any more.
(What the fuck? Now everything is teeny! I feel like I need reading glasses. First on the list of things to figure out: the wacky, hyper-sensitive touch pad.)
New OS awkwardness aside, I'm glad we made the switch. It's only been a few days, and nothing is "moved in" yet; all of my documents and photos are on an external hard drive. It still feels a little like wandering around in an empty house. But it's a pretty house (glow...so...soothing...). And it doesn't take me 20 minutes to get through the front door.
