Yesterday I completed my move into my office. Which sounds odd. “My office.” I’m currently sitting in it, and it’s odd that it’s mine. It’s been rearranged enough since the previous occupant left that it doesn’t remind me of her. I need to put stuff up on the walls and decorate. But I still find it strange to say “my office.” But then, for the longest time I also had problems saying “my cubicle.” So I don’t know. The next step, of course, is an office with a window.
Current song in my head:
“Elevation” by U2