Write my blog entry while sitting at my new desk in my new "office"

     I have been living in this house for over 4 years now.  It's larger than my old one and yet I seem to have less space here for some reason.  It was purchased with certain functions that were put before my own needs.  My parents needed a large space that was theirs and steps were NOT an option.  My two children needed bedrooms.  The kitchen was important as was a space to eat family dinners together.  I was on the bottom of the totem pole.  My bedroom has no heat/air.  The walls are only primed and the there is no door.  It is supposed to be a family room or art studio type space so it wasn't designed to be a bedroom.  The hallway outside of the bedroom has no flooring so a series of odds and ends carpets have been put down.  On either end of the landing is a door.  The doors lead to big open spaces with nothing but framing.   They are the cruel doors that lead to the spaces where bedrooms were supposed to have been created.  My children would have a large play area and their own rooms.  I was to have a beautiful new bathroom and the bedroom I had always dreamed of.  One with a window seat for reading books and a sunny corner for yoga.  It would be clean, organized and everything I always wanted.  This is not the case.  The doors stay closed to hide the unfinished life behind them.
      A few years back it was determined that the upstairs would not be the dream space I had imagined.  Trips to home improvement stores, design magazine subscriptions and all other planning ceased.  I needed a space to hide as my own.  I created a little space I called mine in the landing area at the top of the stairs.  It has my favorite blue comfy chair, a tiny table and a lamp.  Near the chair is a pile of knitting supplies if I should feel so inspired as well as a stack of books.  It is tiny but it is mine. 
     My challenge has been a place to organize and plan and do bills, etc.  Well, the other side of the hallway landing housed....wait for it....my litter box.  Today the litter was moved.  A desk was put against a wall.  A shelf was even installed complete with cute little boxes to organize my paperwork.  There is a place to hold pens and a tiny lamp and a drawer.  Maybe now I can clear the kitchen table of paperwork, sort out some storage downstairs and start to clean up the piles of stuff everywhere.   I can plan a budget,  type a resumé and scan my blogs.  Oh, the endless possibilities.  My children were even warned to stay away...but only after my daughter and a collection of Barbies had a fashion show with the cool new lights that highlighted their little outfits so perfectly.  And just like that the new space has passed the test!  Barbie, get lost I have a blog to write!