It’s amazing how things can change so dramatically. Years ago, when Cindy and I lived in small, cramped apartments, I really wanted a nice home office; some place where I could do my writing and feel like I really had my own little space in the world. Back then, my computer was on a desk next to my side of the bed and it was difficult to work on things when Cindy was trying to sleep.
Well, in 2007, we bought a two-story house complete with a loft. Cindy got the front room downstairs for her library (something she had always wanted) and I got the loft for my home office. That’s right, I had 350 square feet of space to write my stories, do my websites and become the business tycoon I always dreamed of being.
I went all out to furnish the office. It has three desks – two for me and one for Cindy when she had to work up there – along with bookshelves, two printers and a whole lot of other assorted “stuff.” At first, it was great, but it soon became a place to accumulate junk and papers. It also became the home of our female cat Lily, who is too afraid of our male cat (Buddy) to go downstairs. It wasn’t long until my “office” fell out of regular use.
Now that Cindy is “gone” and “our” bedroom is now “my” bedroom, I decided to move my PC and scanner in here. I bought a little computer desk and set up shop. Ironically, I’m more productive now than I have been in a long time. I even have a giant poster of my sweet Cindy hanging above my computer monitors so I can look at her as I work on things.
It just amazes me how priorities change and the things we thought we wanted don’t mean nearly so much all of a sudden.