When I moved into my studio apartment last year, I didn’t have enough space for a dining table nor a desk. Instead, the large kitchen counter served as my everything station: meal prep, dining table, workstation.
When we moved into our new apartment this August, we bought a second-hand table from a lovely couple and set it up underneath the ceiling lamp fixture. It felt so nice to be able to sit across from one another as we ate, instead of only side-by-side at the bar or in front of the TV.
The corner behind the table, though, has been in transition since our move: first, it was a place to hold the boxes we had yet to unpack; then, a place to set up the blow-up mattress when we had a little guest; next, we brought in the empty metal shelving unit from outside to hold my computer and some books and knitting things so they wouldn’t take up so much space on the dining table (even though they still often did).
Last week, as I was hunched over, leaning and squinting to see my laptop screen, frustrated with the wobble and incessant tap-tap-tap of my old Apple keyboard whenever I typed anything, Patrick finally convinced me to just do it: get a desk, a monitor, the works.
So that night I perused Amazon and found a cute new Bluetooth keyboard and mouse and a standing desk. On Saturday, the desk arrived, and within 30 minutes our space had transformed.
I still need to get a monitor and a desk chair, and maybe some more art to fill the blank wall above, but it feels SO GOOD to have a defined space to put everything.
A proper workstation.
Writing With Abandon 
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