For most of my writing life, I haven’t lived anywhere that felt truly permanent. Within the first three years that I lived in the New York City area, I moved from Manhattan to Jersey City to Brooklyn. Space was at a premium, so I carved out the office that was feasible in a small city apartment. My husband was working on a PhD, and once he started looking for jobs, I knew we could end up almost anywhere. Dangling in front of me, like a carrot, was the idea that I’d eventually have room to spread out a little.
I’m a homebody when I write, and it’s satisfying to finally have the chance to build a workspace that feels like my intellectual home. It’s a work in progress, but welcome to the room of my own.
Image credits: Sarah Webb, headshot by Mark Bennington; Music Credit: Bluegrass in the Backwoods by Chris Sexton