No, it very much prefers my little studio in my little house in the "sort of country." Its a great little studio, I call it a studio any way. It is the room that contains my imagination made real. The sage green of the walls melts into the creme accents around the room and the air smells of cinnamon and spice. The floor is a beautiful wood with a creme and red rug perfectly centered. I have a work bench counter top in one corner where my madness is spread out. Across from it is a blue desk that use to be my grandfather's. Here my computer stares at me while I work, reminding me of the orders I need to ship out today. On the adjacent wall, I have a lovely window that looks over my little backyard that is currently reveling in the fall colors. And my favorite part of the room, is the over sized overstuffed chair and personal stand alone lamp. Its where I sit and dream. Its where I escape the stress of deadlines. Its where I collapse after working late. And when I'm not in it my golden retriever is. I love this room.
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The problem, It doesn't exist yet. Its all part of that big picture dream. You know, the grand what I want to do with my life. *sigh* Sadly, I have a ways to go. I'm dreaming and doing what I can, but I can honestly tell you, I can't get here fast enough. And so here I sit at the moment, not able to see outside, resticted from creativity, and my mind is so very far away.
**brionglóid**
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