Linette on October 7th, 2011
The passing away of Steve Jobs this week has had me thinking about how Apple has affected my life. And truly, it has. I’m sitting here typing on my MacBook with my iPhone next to me, iTunes playing in the background. My life wouldn’t be quite the same without the ingenuity of Mr. Jobs and his team.
My Apple journey started during my first year of university. A true keener, I joined the team at my university’s newspaper Mars’ Hill as a copy editor, eager to get involved in as many extracurricular activities as possible. Our newspaper office was equipped with four Macs, and I quickly received my first tutorial in navigating the new-to-me format. Unlike many of the activities I first signed up for, the newspaper gig actually stuck, and I found myself spending countless hours in that office over my four years at TWU. Over that time, the ease of using a Mac simply won out over my clunky PC, so when it finally died, I saved up all my pennies and bought myself a MacBook.
I could tell numerous iPod stories. Like the one where I left my first 2 GB silver Nano in the seat pocket on the plane on my way home for Christmas and how my parents are so great that they gifted me a new one. Or the time I gave my friend a used one because I no longer needed it and then she lost it a few months later and was ashamed to tell me, but then she found it again tucked into her car seat months after that.
My relationship with the iPhone began last summer on the shores of Italy. (Seriously, I’m not making this up.) My friend and I were spending the summer backpacking Europe and we’d just met some new friends in Cinque Terre. (If you ever get a chance to hike between the villages there, DO IT.) As we sat on the rocks, dangling our feet over the waves, eating our legit Italian pizza and drinking our 1-euro wine, we got into a discussion about iPhones and how they were revolutionizing Matt and Jaclyn’s travel experience, with their handy travel apps and ability to connect to wi-fi. I immediately became envious. The more we talked about them, the more sure I was that I had to have an iPhone. The day after I got home from Europe, I signed my 3-year contract.
I’m not about to guess where Apple is going to go next or how it is going to continue to infiltrate my life, but I look forward to finding out.
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