I have a desk. This is quite an achievement, it’s not quite completed yet, as in, I am not convinced the desk is in the right place, but I have a desk and I am writing this at that very desk. One of the family keeps asking me why I want a desk, one is helping to make it happen in any way he can and the third may not have actually noticed yet that I have a desk.
But the questioning interests me. Why do I want a desk? I have no real answer. I have this romantic vision that it is a Virginia Woolf inspired need for a desk, if not a room, of one’s own. Not sure it is though, as we have discussed having a She Shed in the garden, and frankly, I don’t really want one – I don’t want the hassle of having a whole room to look after and be responsible for. I don’t really want to have to walk to the end of the garden, I don’t want to be isolated in a shed on my own, I really like my family and like having them around. I don’t want a whole room of my own.
I do want a desk though, but why? I own a laptop, so I can use it anywhere. I am a clear desk sort of person, so would always clear off the desk at the end of a task – or the kitchen table, the sofa, the bed – wherever I end up doing desk-type things. So I don’t need a desk to store things really.
It may be because I have not had a desk to myself since university. At home, we always shared a computer, until the now luxurious days of having a laptop each. This is a luxury I still get a huge thrill about, I will never ever not appreciate my own laptop – it is an amazing, beautiful thing. At work I job-share and have done for about 16 years now, so I have always shared my desk. I love sharing my work desk though. Chocolate appears and disappears in the drawers, someone else’s taste in hand cream is always exciting, it’s nice to have a note left on my desk just saying hi. One day there was a bottle of gin in the locked drawer. The joys of desk-sharing.
Well, this has been the first time the desk has been used properly (it was a splendid stand for the Easter tree over the weekend) and I love it. Still not sure why though.
The blog is about twice the length as the last few though, so I write more it seems.
PS thank you for the well wishes on Monday – all feeling much better now.
Maybe, as your title suggests, you just want your own space. Just a tiny nook, but indeed, a spot of your own. While it’s fun to share desks with other people, sometimes we really do just want our own corner, and that’s not a bad thing. 🙂
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