So ya’ll are just going to have to bear with me on this blog, those of you who are not my far-off family, as I’ve had requests to show pics of our new office space. My organization just up and moved to a new home and I’m a little bit in love with the space, so I’m going to honor that request and bore the snot out of most of you. So here goes.

This is the view inside my wee office. This is where the magic happens. This is where I seal my deals, practice my presentations, calm the ruffled feathers of entitled artists, help creative folks new to the area find their community. This is where I close the door and try to find out the publish date of the next Harry Potter novel.

This is where the Program Manager has her desk. (She doesn’t always look quite this crazy.) She has about four times the space as I do but no walls. I love her desk(s) because they always look as though a child has been sitting there and playing with stuff- lots of colored paper and scissors and CDs and bits and pieces. She is an artist and it shows in everything she does. She’s a rock star.

This is the long view, facing away from the PM’s desk and toward my office (which is up on the left). Pictured: the admin assistant. Not pictured: multiple bags of coffee and about a thousand boxes of art supplies.

And, finally, the view from just outside my office in the hall. The former tenant, who has been gone lo these three years, was some kind of internatioal liabilities something or other. Until the new signage is installed, we will continue to offer limited liability for important body parts.

And that’s the tour. All are welcome to visit.

P.S. If you can’t see the images, it’s because Blogger blows.

I feel as though I’ve just come out from a haunted, dark, difficult maze, one that I’ve been mired in since mid-July, and I almost don’t trust the blue sky and fresh air. I’ve been coming home at night, and rather than feeling exhausted and desperate for escape, I’ve been feeling a sort of delicious restlessness, like I’m ready to expand my life. Like I’m ready to expand my life outside of work. Really, I should be feeling more stressed and more worried (and believe you me, oftentimes I do) but I get home and I’m not even tempted to check my work email. Weekends, I don’t even check it until late Sunday night, and then only to know what to expect Monday AM. It’s a strange freedom, and I’m so inspired to do good work, both at work, and then totally separately in the rest of my life. I guess it’s that I’ve not had a “rest of my life” for over two years, and suddenly, I’m giving myself permission to find it.

I had dinner with my dad and stepmom the other night, and after three hours of conversation and awesome seafood I got into my car and looked at my phone and a whole host of people I adore had called me, all essentially to say they adored me, too. And we got our first rainfall, and it washed Northern California clean. And my new work computer has a built-in iSight, which means I get to talk to my brother Sean face-to-face and also means I get to take pictures of Jordana’s belly.

Not that blogger will let me upload said pictures.

Regardless, I am grateful for many things.