My office at work is one room in an incredibly old house.
It's the biggest room, and it's the only room that's decorated.
It's the go to office.
I can't tell you the number of times I've arrived at work and found a meeting of some sort going on in my office.
Recently my brother informed me that a change was in order.
We are going to hire a secretary (due to the fact that I'm no longer there all day, every day) and we need to make an office for her.
Ben said, "You can choose any room in the house for your office, and then we will make it work for the rest of us."
I debated and debated.
Should I keep my office?
Should I move to Ben's office?
Should I move to the one room that is empty? The one that is the smallest and needs the most work?
I finally chose the empty, small, poorly lit room in the corner of the house.
It's the most secluded...the most private...and when Emily is with me at work, that is the best option.
One afternoon I spent thirty minutes in the room, trying to figure out how to make it work.
In one corner of the room, behind the door, is a closet that takes up a lot of space.
I've never been a fan of the closet, and in a flash of inspiration I called my cousin into the office.
"Travis, let's tear the closet out."
He looked at me for a minute and said, "Okay. I'll get a hammer."
My brother Ben was gone for the afternoon and I mentioned to Travis that Ben might kill us.
"No matter what happens, this was a good idea," was Travis' response.
There were at least four layers of wallpaper on the walls, a little bit of sheet rock, and then...
No two by fours ... just adobe.
When Ben later saw what we had done he said, "Why do I think this is going to involve me at some point?"
My cousin Travis loves me.
And because of that, he has spent the last week putting sheet rock up, mudding, taping, texturing, and painting.
And although he can't see the vision of what I'm doing with my new office, he helps me anyway.
No one could see it except me.
I'm not going to give you any details until the office is finished but just know that the room is more than one color.
In fact, my sister came with me to the paint store and almost put her foot down to my choices.
I reminded her that I'm older and she didn't get a say.
After a week of Travis doing most of the work, with a little bit of help from Trouble and me, the office is 80% done.
(Isn't Trouble cute with her face mask?)
My brother came and sat in my new office today and looked around.
"It seems that no matter where you go, we are going to follow," he said.
"Every room in this house is, 'hello boring office.'"
"Your room is 'hello heaven.'"
Stand by to see the finished result.
And to 'anonymous' who left a goodie bag on my front porch?