Workspace

It’s funny how much someone’s attitude can change in the right setting.

I haven’t had my own desk in years. In fact, my last desk was my childhood desk, and back then I never understood the importance of having one’s own desk. So instead I treated it like a storage space and I let it clutter.

I found a plain looking desk off of Facebook marketplace. $20. I had to unscrew all of the legs and collapse them down in order to fit in the trunk of our sedan, but I did it. Then I built it all back up again. Now it just has my laptop, my mouse, and my folder with printed copies of book review questions.

Now I have a workspace to write. I have no excuse not to write. Fin loves sitting here, too. This will do.