Back when I taught at ACE computer camp I discovered my first nook. A little shelf on the second floor that actually hung out over the first floor. It was carved into the wall so it was sturdy enough to sit on (literally it was part of the wall). I sat up there sometimes and read over hanging the first floor. I called it a nook. In my memories I sat there way more often than I actually did. But that’s what memories are for, exagerating the good times.

Since Sarah started moving her things in a few weeks ago we’ve slowly been turning it from “my apartmet” to “our apartment.” This includes rearranging the whole apartment. Closets hae been cleaned and reorganized to create more space. Furniture in the bedroom has been moved around to make it more homely for Sarah; and finally last night Sarah created her own nook in the living room.

She had gotten this idea Sunday to get her own desk for the living room. It so excited her that Monday after work she ran out to buy a desk. After four long hours of cleaning and moving around furniture Sarah’s desk is in a corner, making her own nook for her to feel completely at home in. It’s a good thing.