It's been about three months since I moved to Austin and started working from home. In the move, I gave up my office desk, obviously, and all of the furniture in my apartment, which wasn't worth shipping cross-country. I also decided I didn't really have room for a desk in my new house either. It's not that I didn't want a desk. My new place has very little storage space, so I had to opt for some drawers and shelves and felt there wasn't enough room for a desk.
Then I realized: I need a desk. As much as I love to write, I can't go without one. There's something about dedicating a clear space to my laptop (or paper), coffee, glasses, pens, candle, tchotchkes, scraps of inspiration; it creates a little temple, a spiritual center of sorts. I know it's just a desk. But it's important to me.
So I set out last weekend to build the smallest and cheapest office possible, and here it is!
I am so much happier now. Desk, I love you.