After working on my own for 3-1/2 years, I finally have an office that I can call my little corner of the world.
At the start of the year, I moved my office home and into our guest room. Or our quasi-guest room. Okay. The room where James’ parents sleep when they visit. (We really should have more guests over.)
Either way, that space is now my office. I did keep a desk there for when I was working at home, but we still considered it our guest room. But now it’s all mine. A pretty big change for me after sharing space in other offices all this time.
And you know how when you’re shopping for a TV and get it home to realize it didn’t look that big in the store? That’s exactly the experience I’m having with my office furniture.
And the guest room furniture.
And my home desk.
Before moving in, I did what any architect would do. Measure all my furniture and the guest room furniture and then work through multiple layouts to come up with the best possible layout.
Desk in front of the window? Nope. Too much sun coming in during the wintertime. I’d have to wear a visor or shades until around noon.
Desk next to the window? Ditto. Plus the added annoyance of feeling like I’m in my car and the visor doesn’t quite cover the sun coming in the side window. Bleah!
Centered on the main wall? Nope. There’s a bed in the way.
To add insult to injury, I bought a small bookcase for my architecture books. Really? Because I wasn’t trying to squeeze in enough?
Amazingly, I was able to get almost everything in the space. Sure, two bookcases are keeping the mattress and box spring propped against the wall. And my desk is in the corner with me facing the wall like a misbehaving schoolboy.
But I’m slowly getting adjusted to the arrangement. I pop in every morning. Pull open the drapes. Fire up my computer. Sit down in my little corner of the world.
And try not to think of adding another piece of furniture.