native to tech.
i'm not what one would call native to tech.
i think i just squeaked in at the last moment, having had typing class in junior high and DOS being my operating system of choice, (or rather, my only system of choice) during my post-secondary career.
owning a brick of a blackberry seemed other-worldly to me, and by the time my daughter was born, the iPhone had become my only window to the outside world during sleepless nights and days spent in isolation with an infant. (good times, really.)
now - i'm not to be found without a comically easy-to-shatter glass screen and a thumb that scrolls in its sleep. i might be the last generation that remembers what it's like to pass a note in class, or remembers what it's like to have to wait for a roll of film to develop.
i also know that i am not alone in that every september, (and most months, really), where a journal, a good pen, and a fresh notepad doesn't make my heart race in anticipation.
a clean page and an inky pen - maybe close to archaic, but maybe wonderfully so, too.