My hard drive is gone. Photos, words, music. Poof, gone.
I backed up about 12,000 photos for the first time less than a month ago and it was not a moment too soon but I’m reeling over the loss of everything else. Every single photo I had taken with my new camera? Gone, because I hadn’t imported them into iPhoto, which was the only source I decided to back up since those photos were the ones taking up the most space. All of my pulled-from-the-internet inspiration photos? See ya! My resumes, my bill paying folders, my little journal entries, my forays into PhotoShop, my MUSIC (the Mister still has most of it so it could have been worse), my everything… is just gone.
While I am not happy about losing years and years of stuff, I’m not as devastated as one may think– I’m more frustrated that I have to remember my passwords and figure out what I had bookmarked where. I’m okay with starting over on a new hard drive. It was free from the lovely folks at Apple even though my MacBook is over four years old. They gave me more memory and the latest operating system, making my computer feel brand spanking new. I have an empty desktop, ready to make messes upon. I can maybe organize my files a little bit better this time around. I feel a weird sense of freedom (we’ll see how long I can keep that desktop clean).
Reeling, yes. Kicking and screaming, no. Back up your files, people.