New gadgets are always fun, and for the first time since 2006 I’ve got a fresh laptop—MacBook Pro-who-is-not-yet-named (His/Her performance will determine its name).
Opening up an Apple product is a ready-made celebration—and MacBook Pro was no exception. By this point I was about to turn back and repackage it out of guilt, then went with my better judgement: To rip it open like a 6-year old on Christmas morning.
Schroeder, my old, trusty, faithful and indubitably hardworking companion all through my college years, will soon find a new home. He’s been going downhill for a while now and is having a hard time kicking the Adobe programs I need him to run the most. Poor guy has been crying in the corner of my bedroom since Friday. I feel terrible. What’s more is, I’ve never had such horrible buyer’s remorse. But it’s a lovely investment.
With that, a warm welcome to the newest member of my technologic family!
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