I lost the only 'my space' I had when we decorated Emily's bedroom before she was born.
That's not a complaint.
I would much prefer that space be Em's than mine.
But I've floated from space to space since then.
I've purchased two different chairs, thinking that the chair could be my space.
I've tried using Jason's desk, the kitchen table, sitting on my bed, and just sitting on the couch.
I've just wanted a corner to be mine, where I can read, study, and write.
I've had similar angst about my office at work.
The house our offices are in isn't level.
It slants, and the worst of that slant happens to be the only place where I can put my desk.
So for however many hours I'm sitting at my desk each day, I'm leaning to the west, and it makes me crazy.
To add to that, the desk I've been using for the last four years hasn't been ideal.
It's a kitchen table I bought at a thrift store. I painted it a cute color, but because of its style I've never been able to put my legs all the way underneath it and I haven't been able to sit at my desk comfortably.
I recently found a desk for sale on a yard sale page and fell in love with it. It's a beautiful color and it has drawers! (Something that my kitchen table turned desk didn't have.)
I measured the space at work where my desk goes and knew it would fit. I sent Jason to pick it up for me and he helped me set it up.
I lasted about two months with that desk before I admitted to myself that it is a lousy desk for what I needed, in spite of how beautiful I think it is.
It's too small - there is not nearly enough surface space, and my chair fit worse under that desk than it ever did under my table.
One afternoon Em and I went to the office supply store to check out their desks. We found a desk that fit all of my criteria: it fit in my smallish space, it had plenty of surface space, it had drawers, and it had enough leg room to fit my chair.
I bought it and spent the afternoon with my sister and I putting it together.
(We asked our brother-in-law for help when it came to the tricky hardware parts.)
When my brother helped me move the desk into my office he asked what I was going to do with the other desk.
"I'll probably sell it," I said. "I don't need two desks."
Jason had another suggestion:
And just like that I have a space to call my own.
As silly as it seems, that little space makes me such a happy girl.
If only I could do something about the slanting office...