Before we moved, we lived in an apartment that I very much liked. In it, there was one room which I claimed as my office. This office was small, about 8’x10′, and I used it for everything I did. My computer, being a major focus in my life, was the most-often used toy in that room and I had a friend who would kindly teach me as much as she could. The going was sometimes rough, however, as I struggled to comprehend all that she tried to share.
In said office, I also had two desks (one had doors on the front), two large decorative metal shelves, one small shelf to match, one tall wooden bookshelf, two file cabinets (one short, one tall), crafting tools, toys for the grandies to play with and a stack of short bookshelves. This stack was convenient to my desk and well-used. The ceilings were ten feet high and we used every inch of space.
For the supplies I had in my office, the room was small. My dream, when I moved, was to acquire a room large enough to accommodate all of my tools for writing, crafting, sewing, stamping and whatever else struck my fancy. I like being busy and I like creating.
Now, don’t get me wrong with what I am about to say. I love my house. I love it like I have never, ever loved anyplace I have lived. However, the office I now have is roughly half the size of my former office. I still have four bookshelves… well, six, if you count the two short ones, side by side. I also have a legal-sized file cabinet and a larger desk than I had before.
Knowing that we are going to be moving, again, this makes me wonder what my next office will be like. Stay tuned, as you may witness the miracle of closet-creation when I discover that I am forced to write, sew, craft, stamp and enjoy my grandies in an office the size of which has not been heretofore attempted. I think I’m beginning to anticipate the challenge with some small degree of excitement.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.