We all have rosy memories of a simpler, happy time- a time of homemade apple pie and gingham curtains, a time when Mom understood everything and Dad could fix anything. “Let’s get those traditional family values back!” we murmur to each other. Meanwhile, in a simultaneous universe, everyone I know, and every celebrity I don’t know, is coming out of the closet to talk about how miserable they are because they grew up in dysfunctional families.
~ Cynthia Heimel
Since I was a little boy, I’ve been surrounded by technology, it all started when I was ten years old, and I got my first computer. It was a old machine without any games, so I was forced to learn how to program. I soon became enamoured with technology and programming languages; I was fascinated by the worlds and possibilities I suddenly had at my fingertips.
Over time though, I lost my drive to program, just for programming’s sake and always looked for meaning: “Why are we doing this?”, “What’s the purpose of this application?”, “Who will it help?”.
And then it changed yet again; even though I am surrounded by technology (not just by the nature of my work, but all sorts of gadgets as well), I love the simpler things in life. I love baking bread, cooking jam and marmalade, and preparing dishes with fresh ingredients daily.
My home is a mixture of new and old, juxtaposing times, and I would not have it any other way.