Living in a single wide mobile home is not the pride of my life. This really isn’t where I envisioned myself at 46. Yet, here I am.
I picked up a lovely writer’s desk (aka a regular desk) at a yardsale over the summer. It has lived happily in my living room ever since and is doubling as a cat lounging area.
I was getting a bit tired of having to clean off the cat hair and rearrange the family photos on it — all while wishing I could really be using it as a writers desk.
Knowing there’s no place to put a Christmas tree up in the living room without moving the desk, I set about rearranging things to make room.
This puts my writer’s desk in my bathroom, the only other space roomy enough to put the desk.
Turns out — it is not so bad. There’s a tiny window I can open to hear the birds while I work. I can close the door (technically pull the curtain — as there is no door to our bathroom) and have a little hidey-hole for my work space.
I’ve had to learn to make the best of some pretty tough situations in my life. Having a workspace that doubles as a place for bubble baths or other, less pampering and more smelly activities, I have decided is not the end of the world. At least, I am the only one that uses this bathroom.
We all must make do with what we have, right?
Even after the holiday season has passed and the space a Christmas tree takes up in the living room is cleared away again, I think I will just keep the desk in my bathroom. That’s not weird, right? Not weird at all.
For the hours that I am working I’ll just pretend it is my office.
Christina Ward 💗 is a poet, a writer, and a make-doer of all things complicated in her life. She hasn’t yet decided how to maximize on the potential of the hole in the roof — but give her time. She’s hella-resourceful like that.