Recently, I wrote about the magnificient Hailee Steinfeld’s Emily in Apple TV’s series, Dickinson.

I am still thinking of how I am going to pull this off in my current house. This isn’t about that. It’s not about the where.This is about the what.

This is about the desk.

So, I was at the Goodwill store with my husband this week, poking around to see what we could see, and there it was. The desk I had when I was a girl. Well, not the actual desk (I don’t think, but who knows? The Universe is amazing! Maybe it was the actual desk!) but one just like it. My heart stopped, the way it does when I walk into a book store.

I loved that desk of yore. I think it might have been my mother’s, but can’t be sure and sadly, she is not here to ask anymore (this year will be the 24 anniversary of her death, something I wrote about in the past (click here) and will be writing more about in the future). I didn’t love where we had to put it, however. It was in the back of the basement. On the plus side, this did give me a lot of privacy, because that part of the basement was mostly used for storage. On the minus side, it was dark–not an inspiring space.

I would have bought it in a second, except that it had a ‘sold’ sticker on it–for which my husband was no doubt relieved. My current writing desk is the couch and the laptop is propped up on a stool and I am hunched over like a dowager typing this right now. *Subject to change at any moment! Because: “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change!”

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