Moving My Desk

I can’t find a good place for my desk in my new house.

I’ve picked up this desk and put it in almost every room in the house.  I put it in front of the window, I put it against the wall. I moved it upstairs and then I moved it downstairs.  I switched desks with my husband but now I’m thinking that might be bad luck and I want my old desk back but I don’t have the balls to ask him.  I think he might strangle me. 

All of this is a lengthy form of procrastination, I know.  It’s literally walking circles around what I should really be doing. But sometimes, that’s what you have to do.

Now I put my desk in the living room, which is my favorite room in the house.  There are two big windows that look out on the street. We’re high up on a hill and it reminds me of my grandmother’s house. 

I placed the desk behind the sofa so that I can look out on the room. But then I moved it to the window. I don’t like to put my desk against the wall. I feel like I’m in prison.  Writing is hard enough.  I like to have a view, let the mind wander and rest on something pretty.  

I think I like it.  This is the first time I’ve been able to focus and concentrate in this house.  So I’m excited. 

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