A love letter to my lord and savior, the LaCie portable SSD

Love is unpredictable. You never know how it’s going to strike, so when it does, it’s often in the moments you least expect — and that’s precisely what happened when I fell in love with a 2TB LaCie portable SSD.

It was a day, really, like many other days in my part of the world. The sky was grey. Drizzle coated the outdoors. And the postperson was tired with having to deliver me more shit.

For weeks, a thought had been rolling around my mind: maybe the time is nigh for an external drive to enter my life.

In my late teens and early twenties, I pretty much always had portable storage in my backpack. These were the days before lightning fast internet connections, large cloud drives, and media servers. If you wanted to share a file or work with someone, you had to plug in.

And friends? I loved it. Walking around with external hard drives made me feel like some sort of data emperor, a file-sharing Walt Whitman; my backpack containing multitudes.

It was on this dreary day I decided to dip my toes back in the pond. The reason? I was about to upgrade my personal computer for the first time in eight years — a topic I’ve covered extensively in our newsletter, Plugged In. 

Moving to a new machine meant shifting a lot of data from the old one, but I wanted to do this in a controlled way. In other words, my new MacBook Pro shouldn’t be a carbon copy of the first. I wanted a clean slate, a fresh beginning.

To achieve this, I needed an external hard drive. Or, should I say, an external SSD.