My computer

I have it. I already said this, but my excitement still cannot be contained. I'm so pleased with it. ALL of my music is centrally located on it now. It's done. I've moved all the important files onto it. I have Microsoft Office running and my bookmarks are set up. My computer is now officially ready to take over where my previous device has left off.

On that tangent, I get rather attached to inanimate objects. When I hold on to something for a while, even when it becomes obsolete, I don't want to let go of it. Examples of this: one of my first cell phones is now hanging from my rear view mirror; I still have my original copy of Jane Eyre even though it was written for children; I have a jacket from my cheerleading days, I cheered at age 5;  I feel sad to part with my almost eight year old computer. It's slow, there is virtually no memory in comparison to the one I have now, and the processor is out of date. All of that considered, I still have such a hard time packing it up and getting rid of it. I need to be careful or this is going to become the next episode of hoarders.

My new computer and I are still getting acquainted. I don't know all of it's ins and outs, but I'm learning. Now that I feel that it is up to my standards for usability, I can officially take off all the plastic coverings.