In Which There is an Office & Probably Heatstroke

I intended on writing this post much sooner than I am, but due to the excruciating heat and humidity plaguing Nova Scotia this week, it just hasn’t happened. It’s too hot and gross to think. Yesterday was one of the cooler days, 32°c but with the humidity closer to 40°c. Today is a touch cooler, the apartment finally dropping from 32°c to 29°c, but overall it’s been a pretty disgusting summer so far.

But I digress. The actual purpose of this post is not to whine about heat. Now that I’ve moved into a larger, two-bedroom apartment with the boyfriend, I finally have something I’ve never had before:

My own office.

Pictured above: the most important space of all, my desk. Featuring the computer, a poster of Sable Island's shipwrecks, a painting my sister made of my name in Gallifreyan, and curtains that are way, way too long.
Pictured above: the most important space of all, my desk. Featuring the computer, a poster of Sable Island’s shipwrecks, a painting my sister made of my name in Gallifreyan, and curtains that are way, way too long.

Isn’t it beautiful?

For the first time in my life, I have a designated space to escape to when I work on my writing. I have somewhere to escape to in general — a Ley sanctuary, if you will. And yes, Kilgard is an incredibly understanding boyfriend* who knows a Ley needs 1) an enormous amount of privacy and personal space to be happy in a cohabitual situation, and 2) to write.

I also got to keep my couch and armchair in the move, allowing Ley to 1) have company over if she so chooses, and 2) nap. Also very important.

Pictured above: the opposite wall with the bookshelves. Featuring my Alphonse Mucha oversized glittery calendar, a TARDIS coffee cup, my meagre movie collection, rubber duckies & pez dispensers, beautiful embroidery from my dear friend Joce, and my books. Oh, and cat food.
Pictured above: the opposite wall with the bookshelves. Featuring my Alphonse Mucha oversized glittery calendar, a TARDIS coffee cup, my meagre movie collection, rubber duckies & pez dispensers, beautiful embroidery from my dear friend Joce, and my books. Oh, and cat food.

In closing, moving was a long, tiring process but well worth the effort and sore muscles and traumatized cat**. I got an awesome office. Now if only I could get myself back in the writing/editing groove, and everything would be fantastic …


* I moved into his apartment, and he gave me an entire room to myself. And allowed me to put my girly things everywhere and rearrange his whole life. Yeah, he’s totally bonkers.

** She loved my office even more than I did when we first moved in — in the sense that she did not leave it. By the end of the first week, she was fine. Thankfully. She was pretty sad there for a while.

2 thoughts on “In Which There is an Office & Probably Heatstroke

  • Ashley Lorelle

    It's so pretty! Love the bookshelves of course!

    • Ley

      Thank you! I am so happy with it. 🙂

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