My perspective from this seat

I am sitting in the basement of our (new) house, escaping the sounds of the electronic piano toy that has gotten on my nerves for most of the morning. The washing machine is filling with water, weloming a new load and the dryer is busily tossing a load of clothes in the next room. I hear the boys through the ceiling; they are playing together (nicley) upstairs and have needed only a few reminders throughout the day to put the pillows back onto the couch and to remove themselves and their toys from my bedroom. I am sitting at the L-shaped desk in the room that will someday officially be known as my home office. It is THE ROOM where I hope to get a start at a writing career.

My desk is positioned near the doorway. Looking straight ahead, out of the room, I can catch a glimpse of the backyard through a large glass patio door. The treeline behind us is currently bare, offering a view of some lovely homes in the next subdivision. (In the fall, when we first saw this house, we LOVED that it felt so private and wooded, especially after having spent the past five months living at my mom's land-locked house in the middle of the city.)

From this desk, I can also see out two high windows which offer views of naked trees. I find myself wondering what kind of landscaping the previous owners have planted around the house. I wonder if outdoor vegetation will seasonally block my windows.

I also wonder if we will someday insualte and finish the brick wall, leaving  places to hang pictures or bulletin boards, as well as a (future) window ledge that begs for some cute, happy houseplants to soak up the afternoon sunshine. I remember my LEMON PLANT that Grandpa Lowell and I had found on Pinterest and he had nurtured from seed; sadly, it didn't survive our relocation process, but would have looked cute in the window here now.

I envision a guest bed, a finished ceiling and some carpeting underfoot. I can SEE MYSELF in this very room - writing and making my dreams come true.

I remain hopeful to get back into papercrafting.

I look forward to little bursts of ME time.

My heart is happy and the air often smells like chocolate... I'm pretty sure we are REALLY going to like it here.