I ordered an 11” macbook air last week. I know, it’s crazy.
Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t an easy decision.
After two 13”, it’s pretty easy to hate on the little guy. The bigger screen, better aspect ratio, larger battery, bigger palm rest, all adds up to an amazing computing experience on the 13”.
How do you improve on a computer that is almost perfect? No, that’s not quite right... How do you improve on a computer that is perfect?
The rational, mature decision would be to stick with the 13”. Stay faithful. After all what more could you ask for?
And here lies the greatest attraction of the 11”.
It is so adorable. Too adorable.
Somehow despite the fact that I had the 13” for the last 2 years, every time I walk into an apple store, I would linger at the 11”. Run my hands over the keypad, click on the trackpad, re-look at the small and tiny profile again. Every single time.
Walk out of the apple store feeling justified that I made the right choice going with the 13”, after all my eyes are not getting any less weary with age.
Then in a couple of days, I am back researching the 11” again.
Does it make sense?
Of course not.
Buying the 11” is not a head decision, it is a heart decision.
To have all that power packed into this tiny form factor is a thing of engineering beauty, what it lacks in practical functionality it makes up with character.
It beckons me to type again. To sit, to stare, to explore, to dream and most of all to enjoy.
And so, here I am, in love.
Here’s a little secret, today I almost brought my 11” to the loo. I know, it’s disgusting. Thankfully by sheer willpower i manage to leave it outside.
Somehow the 11” feels more personal, it’s mine in a way the 13” has never been. Like an extension of my being, It connects with me on an emotional level, and i can’t keep my greedy paws off it.
What’s that i see, i think there is a sparkle in my eye, I am in love.