My current home work space is a desk that was once my husband’s. I commandeered it when I started working from home because my desk is a lot smaller and the top of it is cluttered with papers, knickknacks, my jewelry box, and stuff. Both desks are in the room we call the library (because it has lots of bookshelves and I’ve always wanted to have a library in my house), but which also serves as the workout room (when we workout, which lately is hardly ever) and The Boy’s playroom.
In a few months, we will be switching The Boy from his current room, which is the smallest bedroom in the house, to what is now the library. And my office space will be moving upstairs to a brand-new room, which was once an unfinished attic space used only for storage and is presently in a state of partial finished.
It’s got the important stuff like heat and insulation (flooring to come soon), but I’m really excited about the big windows. For some reason when our house was built, the bedrooms all had these small windows, and even when the people who lived in the house before us redid the window, they kept them small. Like I have to stand on tiptoes to get a good look out of them. I’m not a fan.
My new desk upstairs will be right in front of one of the new big windows (the picture above doesn’t do their size justice). Admittedly, my view won’t be super picturesque or anything, mostly the street and the neighbors’ houses and lawns, but I’ll be able to see trees, too, and the sky! Sure beats staring at the wall while I write.
Granted this room won’t be entirely mine. It’ll have a big storage closet (because this was our main storage area before renovating) and an area for toys and musical instruments (which have sadly not seen the light of day for along time, and though neither my husband nor I are particularly talented in our musical pursuits, we still like to dabble). But it will be a space I helped design, with a desk that I picked out myself and didn’t just inherit. And it’s on a different floor than the rest of the house, so it will feel more like a place I can escape to write, even if The Boy ends up following me up there to bang on his piano.
Because as much as I love getting away to the cafe to write, it just doesn’t happen often enough. And as much as I’ve made do with the space I have now, it has never felt like mine. So that’s what I hope to have in this new room: a space of my own. Even if it’s just a spot on the desk in front of my big window.
What’s your favorite spot to be creative?