Why Technology Doesn’t Dumb Down Your Experience

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I’m seven years old using the computer at my grandmother’s house: Windows 97, the first computer I’ve ever used. I can hear the clattering of dishes downstairs and the chatter of family members, my mother’s distinctive laugh. The house is warm and dusty, as most Canadian houses are. It is old though, and it smells of twenty five years of families moving in and out, each leaving behind mixtures of their scents seeped into the worn brown shag carpets and the beige paint on the walls. The blinds on the window are slightly open, and daylight slants in, illuminating the dust drifting in the air.ย In front of me the screen glows green as I guide a little mouse through a maze to find his piece of cheese.

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Travel Theme: Waves

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Homesickness comes in waves. When the tide is in I feel fulfilled in the beauty and wonder of all that surrounds me. But on an equal scale ย the tide goes out, leaving me bare in an unfamiliar world.

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