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I bought this big ol' teacher's desk four or five years ago. It appears to be from the '50s. It's solid wood, extra wide, and I love it.

When I brought it home from the Goodwill, I made Mr. T and his friend haul it upstairs and put it in what was our office at the time. I never knew how they got it in there, just that it was a pain in the butt.

Well, the office turned into the baby's room, but the desk stayed. I figured he'd need a desk someday anyway and his room is big enough that it wouldn't cause a space problem.

On Monday, I took my desk back. I've really been needing  a place where I can feel inspired and I knew the desk would help me with that. I had to take all the drawers out and lay it on its back. Then I had to take the door off in my son's room. But I did it

Now I have a space to write that's just for me.

Where do you write?