After five years, my laptop went in for repairs. I had separation anxiety the day I left it at the shop, but I thought it was for the best. My laptop and I have never really been apart since I got it. It’s integral to what I do for a living, and it’s also a way for me to keep in touch with people. Not that I’m super attached to my laptop that I’ll die without it, and it’s not like I’ve been without it for a couple of days, but there is a need for it in order for me to make a living.
I left Manila for a four-day vacation in Palawan, and I survived nicely without it. When I got back, I fired it up so I could upload the photos that I took. Surprise, I couldn’t log in. After assuring me that nobody used it, I finally figured out that it was a keyboard problem.
Initially, I didn’t mind using the virtual keyboard to write status messages and other simple stuff. But as a writer, I needed a full keyboard. I called up the shop that my uncle goes to for an estimate. The cost was pretty ok, but it did take a chunk out of my savings. Still, it’s a cycle. I need to make money but in order to do that I have to spend money to get the instrument I need to make money fixed (awful sentence, I know).
I have my laptop back, and it’s got a brand new topcase. It’s as clean and as bright as it was when I first got it, and it makes me ashamed to see the other parts of the laptop so dark and dreary. I need to clean that up. But it’s nice to have a full keyboard back, and I can go on writing.