Desks come in and out of my life like recipes do – part of a long chain of other friends and their stories. Husband’s desk is a big heavy blue desk that his grandmother gave him when she moved away, and I love sitting at it and remembering the feeling of spending time every weekend at her house; I still see her every few months but I’ve been missing her more lately because it’s been a while.
My desk, till recently, was the cheapest, simplest model you could imagine, particle board from a big-box store, and given to me for free by a friend from grad school. She just recently published her first book and the desk seems a little more magical because of that; still, a friend who just moved here from China needed furniture, and we could live without the extra desk, so I gave it to her. Husband and I want to (long-term) trade in the cheapish versions of furniture that have characterized our days thus far for more sturdy pieces that fit with the old-house charm of our place, so it made a lot of sense to give the desk a good home and start a search for a more antique one.
This search took Husband, me and our friend C to a local flea market, a big sprawling yard-sale of a flea market with literal piles of furniture and appliances, all slightly dusty but with people more than willing to sell them to us. We saw a variety of desks, but the one that caught our eye was this corner desk, originally 75 but haggled down to 50, that also just managed to fit perfectly in the corner of the room where we planned to put it. The story of it is pretty cute, but it also got me thinking about how I make space for things like writing in my life.
Sure, I have to take the time out of the day to write blog posts, but I also need to take space – literal space – when I can. If every inch of every surface in my house is covered in bills or dirty dishes or even crocheting projects, I will not settle in and work on my writing. The same is true for any hobby that you might dream of making more than that; the space has to be there, even if you live in a tiny apartment and share it with a lot of people. Even if that space is your pillows propped up under a notebook on your bed, you’ve got to do it or other things will keep taking your mental space. I hope that this desk helps remind me to take physical and mental space to write, when I can.