I am back in the city this week and feeling oh so ho-hum.
I don’t know if the adrenaline rush of being jobless has worn off, if not having a million and twelve house projects to do makes me spend too much time ‘in my head,’ or what, but I feel so very bleh.
The feeling of bleh is making it hard to sit down and write a blog post. For one thing I have a serious down grade in writing spot. In the city I write in my closet office and upstate we have a large, light filled, multiple windowed bedroom that we use as an office and my sewing space. For those of you that have not been to our apartment, I am not being cheeky when I say “closet office.” We actually use a closet in our apartment as an office.
This is our second closet office. We had one in Brooklyn too, though the Brooklyn closet office was 2 or 3 times the size of the Washington Heights closet office. I gotta say, it was awesome. (40 OP Peeps – wasn’t it awesome!? I wish I had a picture of it to show you.) Ultimately the new office is still pretty rad because it achieves something super important to me – no visible computer in the living space. Though it typically stays pretty tidy, I like that we can shut the door and no one can see paperwork or whatever we may be working on and most importantly it hides my arch nemeses – cords and wires.
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I can blame the closet office for my ho-hums. (Sorry little buddy, thanks for being a good closet office.) So I am not sure what is causing it. Maybe I just need to find my city groove. Maybe if I drink some Stella I’ll find it. Yes, best idea I’ve had all day. Beer.