I read this entry by Grover today about his relationship with his new MacBook, and I realized I’ve never written about my own Mac.
My family has always been a PC family; when I went to BYU, my parents bought me a Compaq desktop computer. I was happy with that computer, but it wasn’t life changing or anything. My sophomore year, I took a teaching/technology class (unbelievably ridiculous class) and they had a whole array of PC and Mac laptops for us to use during class. Out of curiosity, I used the Mac and was almost instantly sold. I began using the Mac labs on campus. And I began scheming how I could get myself a Mac. I never again considered, even for a moment, buying a PC (despite the rigorous protestations of many of my friends, one of whom said he regarded Macs as mainly “pretty white boxes”).
I planned on purchasing an iBook at the end of summer, right before my junior year began. But then I got married and suddenly I felt too poor to justify spending a $1000 on a laptop, when I already had a perfectly good desktop. Then, after two or three weeks of marriage, that desktop died. Fortunately, my husband had come with a computer included. Unfortunately this meant even a dead computer didn’t give me a valid excuse to buy a laptop.
And then, Bart found two vastly marked-down refurbished iBooks. One was a 12-inch and one was a 14-inch. He ordered them both for Valentine’s Day. It was one of the few relatively major purchases I’ve never felt a moment’s regret for. Bart’s arrived one day before mine did. I couldn’t even wait for him to come home before I had unpacked it, charged it, and started playing with it. This was a Thursday. We were supposed to go to dinner on Friday night, but my laptop still had not arrived by 7:00 p.m. I sat by the front door, almost in tears, sure it wasn’t going to come and I’d have to wait until the following week. When the FedEx guy knocked on the door at quarter to eight, I almost hugged him.
Four months after we bought our iBooks, the MacBook series came out. And while I’m excited for the day when I upgrade to one of those, I will miss my iBook. I love it’s thicker square body, it’s un-raised keyboard, everything. It has been the perfect laptop. I wrote my Capstone paper on it. I used to to talk to Bart for free when I was in London. I started my blog on it. It’s the first thing I go to every morning when I wake up, and the first thing I check when I get home from work.
I will likely never own another PC; I’ve drunk the Mac Kool-Aid and I’m completely hooked. My whole family now owns Macs. My sisters both have 13 inch MacBooks. My Dad has a shiny new MacBook Pro. My Mom uses a 20-inch iMac. And it all started with my beloved iBook.