This is my workspace and I never dreamed of this. The only request I made was a simple writing table with no drawer underneath, a space where I freely wiggle my legs. I never requested for chair and lamp as I decided to make use of what we have around. But instead he bought everything in this room. A new writer’s table, an overhead lamp with sliding switch for dimming worth $80, a new office chair on top of a new carpet protector and a new bulletin board worth $25 replacing a DIY’d one I made from plain cardboard and glue.
Everyday UPS and FEDEX comes to the house afterwards we would spend hours and hours rearranging and moving furniture and fixtures. Coming from a big family whose finances have stretch out, buying furnitures were a luxury, that’s why I was resisting all these purchases. All I need is a pen and a paper to write, I could sleep in a couch, I will get by.
And then I kept my mouth shut. A voice was whispering, “let him do what he wants”. Slowly a sense of fortune and gratitude were pouring on my shoulders, this is what I need, moral support is happening around me. Only the finest and exquisite choices for my creative space.
As I am writing this blog, a music from the Phantom of the Opera is playing from the cd. My husband thought of putting this player so I could have music while writing.