I just moved to my little studio apartment in New York City, 'The City', in capitals, to New Yorkers. I was speaking to somebody in the south of New Jersey about my non-need of a car since moving to the city, and he asked, 'Which city?'. Which goes to show, you don't take for granted you're the center of the world.
And here's my little office, all 10' x 8' of it, by eyeball measurement. It's the loft, which you ascend to via an antique black cast iron winding staircase that I'm rather fond of, so I polish it now and then. I haven't started speaking to it yet.
My computer takes pride of place on the 3' x 2 1/2' computer table in the corner between the top of the staircase and the wall. The printer is behind it on a shelf which is part of the table. Below the table proper is a small sliding shelf for my note book, and below that, a tiny shelf for 'Most Important Mail'. Isn't it neat, how computer tables are designed? There's even a footrest. My daughter got it on sale from Ikea for $12. Used to be over $40. I love bargains
I have one of those little plastic round rotating things with lots of compartments, for pens, scissors, glasses, keys etc. I'm all set for my second career.
By choice, this is also my bedroom, so the rest of the apartment downstairs, with its beautiful polished wood floor, can be kept in visitor-condition. My bed is a wonderful Posturepedic single mattress and box-spring on the floor. Talk about a great night's rest! I get it all right. My lights go out when my light goes out. Zzzzzz.
I digress. This little office is where I'll make my living writing, something I've wanted to do all those years I was a nurse. The grey matter is a little rusty, lazy and reluctant, but I'm polishing it bit by bit. I've taken on Internet Affiliate Marketing, and I'll keep you posted how I'm doing as time goes by.
I have great faith in my little office.