So here I am, finally a workspace to call my own. Not a bedroom-cum-studio, but a space devoted strictly to creativity. I am so blessed to be in a place where I can do this for myself…and with any luck, this will pay off in the long run. Plus, I am stoked to have a bedroom. You know, a place to relax. All my life, my room has been my entire living space. Whether living at home as a kid when all your stuff is in there anyway to living in a dorm where you have to have everything crammed in sideways, to a studio where all you get is one room, even to sharing houses or apartments, my stuff is always in my room since I’ve always lived with couples, which is more or less like living with parents. The coupled, more “settled” people commadeer most of the shared living space and i just float through. Anyway, here is my current workspace, for the sake of comparison:
And here is the new landing. Barren, dilapidated, and a little reminiscent of a few too many of the slasher flicks I’ve seen. But whatever. I can be way scarier that Jason, Freddie, and Mike combined.
Oh yeah. 