|Team Ham-Tin Circa August 8 2011 and then 2012|
After I finished the walk through. After I had received the Ikea delivery of our futon and chairs. After I closed the door and sat down on the floor in middle of our huge empty space I cried. We were far away from home. We had nothing but our ikea stuff and what was in our suitcases and an empty two floor apartment. It was my first moment of soul crushing, "What have we done?!"
Honestly, I would say we're done pretty okay.
I also felt a little bad that I got the space. John is always welcome in my office. He often hangs out on the futon reading while I write. But it's not the same. He seemed a little displaced. He's always had a desk, a space, an office.
Everyone needs a corner that is just theirs. So that was Johnathan's gift. A man corner.
Complete with pictures of our niece (his favourite person ever) a pin up girl playing the bongos, a licence plate ashtray from the Angola state prison, and a picture of our godchildren of awesome. Oh and a cowhide rug. One that looks less like a cowhide and more like a rug.
He was pleased. He was more than pleased, he was elated. An emotion Sir NoHeart Von DeadInside doesn't come by easily.
Everyone now has a space. A corner. A piece that is theirs.