I’m writing this on my cellphone, because the toddler poured coffee all over my laptop. I have a 2011 MacBook Pro. I have replaced the hard drive for a solid state, increased its RAM to max memory. The screen, keyboard, motherboard, and graphics card have been replaced (free because the issues weren’t my doing.)
This laptop saw me through grad school, 2 novels, hundreds of articles I’ve written when I was a news producer and freelance writer. This MacBook saw me through a divorce, drove with me cross-country from New York to California along with 2 dogs and what fit in my 2011 Prius. It has sat silent and let me cry into a bottle of wine at night when I was at my worst, feeling sorry for myself. It still opened up when I asked it to and let me use its software to turn my words into a cathartic release. At times, my MacBook felt like my only one true friend and connection to the rest of the world.
There is something sad about finally having to upgrade. Like trading in an old friend for a newer, fancier model. Oddly, I have no connection to “things” but my MacBook was more than just a thing. This 2011 MacBook Pro was the sturdier model before Apple started to make new sleek designs. It has been my favorite year for the MacBook Pros. I have edited countless videos on this computer including news pieces, a years worth of a reality TV show I produced and more. I’ve edited videos of my daughter’s first years, as this computer has been here to see my first and only child being born.
MacBook Pro, 2011…thank you for being such a big part of my life. Thank you for being here through some of the worst and best years of my life. I will miss you, but now I am off to the Apple Store to replace you. You’re 6 years old and dying in the computer world. I want to hold on, but your keys are fried and you’re stuttering from the liquid that caused your slow death. It’s time to unplug you, I’ve kept you alive for too long.
Today is the day I let you go. 😢