Getting started is the hardest part. I find that with pretty much everything.
I have finally set up my desk. This is it. I haven’t sat at this desk for seven or so years. It has been lovingly kept, though. And it’s in a much better state now than it was in the Mt Vic days when it took up a third of my bedroom.
In the Mt Vic room there was a bed and a desk and a wardrobe and a passage as wide as a 30 cm ruler in between the desk and the bed and the door, and most of the 30 cm gap was stacked with books, so I sort of had to leapfrog my way out into the hallway using whatever clear floor space I could find.
And I slept with the one sash window wide open in most weather and all seasons. I piled an igloo of duvets on top of me to stay warm with the open window right by my head as I slept. Funny times. Strange funny, I mean.
It feels good to have everything set up now, desk-wise. I feel more like myself or something. Now I just need to conquer my new supermarket disorientation and time the walk to work a bit better and I’ll be just fine. Just fine.
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