Nothing is for sure yet, but we are moving in the direction of buying a larger home not far from our house. There are a lot of reasons I’m excited about this and crossing my fingers that it happens without us losing our shirts on two mortgages or unexpected repairs/upgrades (“might as well before we move in” type things).
But the biggest thing is that: I. Would. Get. An. Office. There would be room for home office stuff in the basement, and I could have a sunny bedroom on the main level. It would not be a sacrifice or a compromise. It would just be possible and sensible, given how much space I seem to need for my stuff.
And it would be mine from day one. As we discussed tonight the things we’d need to do to sell our home and the things we’d address in the new one, my husband said, “It would be cool to get sliding doors for the closet in your office.”
Not only did he just imply that I get to have a whole lot of storage space, he called the whole place mine. It wasn’t the office. It was, dear JC, “your office.” How damn fucking cool would that be?