Plans are evolving as we consider amending our 15-year flip to an 11-year flip. Anticipated remodeling must consider immediate function and comfort as well as resale. To put a she-shed on property in Arizona requires accommodations for heating and cooling, greatly upping the price. To that end, it is not practical with possibly fewer than 5 years remaining. Mike’s comment that I mention the she-shed frequently reveals that he wrestles with the idea, and I am struck by the thought that I am speaking metaphorically to an engineer.
My recent post was barely online before ED informed me of changes she had executed while Mike and I were out of town for the weekend. The move of ED and Mowgli upstairs during the day provides privacy for all parties. Don’t feel bad for them; there is more square footage on the second floor of this house than we had total in our first purchased home. ED had already prepared a work space for herself earlier so it was a matter of moving Mowgli’s desk upstairs for distance learning.
When in Chicago I euphemistically referred to the cozy alcove in YD’s basement as my she-shed because it housed the equipment that I use to express Me. Now I write this blog from our patio in Arizona, claiming this space as my own. Since ED and Mowgli moved upstairs freeing me to move around the house without trying to avoid distracting them, I yearn much less for my own space. In a sense, I have my in-house she-shed. Thank you, ED.
To be honest, I would love a little garden house to call my own. But the space I need is a space of time, a period to be alone with myself without guilt or intrusion, real or imagined. I think everyone deserves that.