It's just as the title indicates: I now have a place to write in my apartment after so many years! What I'd been working on previously consisted of a metal folding chair, and my laptop resting upon a TV dinner tray stand. That's it. There wasn't room for much more in my old living space, which was about the size of a can of peas. Nevertheless, I managed a lot of writing on that set-up, so I can't knock it too badly.
My new apartment has some wiggle room, though, and that metal chair and low tray were infuriating some old back injuries. When my mom was in town for a few days, she helped me pick out some new furniture (she's much much better at that stuff than me, and actually has... what's it called? Oh yeah, good taste), and I am forever grateful. It's amazing how much difference comfort makes to my work output.
The new desk was a breeze to set up, which is saying something because I'm the least mechanically inclined person you've never heard of. I ordered it cheaply online, and thankfully all the bolts and screws I needed were included with the packaging. If they weren't, I could just picture myself at the hardware store: "Umm... I'm looking for a bolt, uh, thing. It looks kinda like, well, I don't even know how to describe it, but can I have one?"
So anyway, do you have any idea what this means??? I do. It means that I can now write from my apartment, sans back pain, whenever I'm home. Usually I would have to find a computer lab or office space to write from, but most of my ideas come late at night. Disregarding the usual distractions of writing at my living space, I'm extremely pleased with this development.
Granted, I like doing some writing outside of my apartment, which I've mentioned previously, but whenever I look over and see that desk there, it looks... inviting. Like it's daring me to finish what I'm working on.
And that's a dare I'll definitely take.
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lol i remember that set-up. moving on up in the world!
ReplyDeleteThat confinement was your source of creativity!
ReplyDeleteIt was also a source of unending amusement to guests unlucky enough to visit my old apartment. One of my friends still teases me even today when, upon her first visit to the old place, she couldn't seem to find my kitchen. I simply stepped to the side, and there it was. My "kitchen" was so small my waist could hide it!
ReplyDelete"AAAH! It's so claustrophobic!" and "HOW CAN YOU STAND IT HERE?" were common questions asked of me. I had to resort to mysterious one-liners as answers to these inquiries, but that can only work for so long.