In fact, the commute is about 15 seconds, right down the stairs.
That's right, I'm working from my basement. There's lots of good things to working at home. I get to join my family for lunch. If I have a brilliant idea for my work in the evening, I can just hop downstairs to try it. I can work over my kids nap-times on my day off. I'm still working just 20 hours per week, and we're still living on just the half-time income. We find it rather do-able, and love being able to share
But I thought I'd show you the one bad thing about working from home.
Yes, this is the real thing today. I didn't messy it up for the picture, it's really this cluttered. It started out nice, neat and organized - very efficient for working. It became a dumping place for any and everything.
On one wall is the piano and music stuff.
On the next wall is my work desk.
To the left of that, all the stuff related to Children's Ministry at my church, then a box of home-canned goods that I couldn't find space for elsewhere.
In the middle is a box of clothes that needs sorted so that it will fit back in the box (then put away in the next room). The window has a nice view of the neighbor's tree, but it's frame is unfinished. It has nice wood floors, covered by a rug that got left here. All in all: too much stuff, not enough organization.
Perhaps Mandi can help?
Here's the things I love about this space:
Hand-drawn pictures from Paris.
Hand-drawn pictures from my kids.
Yes, all my favorite things are handmade in one way or another. Even the piano, the action of which I rebuilt myself while I was expecting our oldest child.
Oh, and maybe my favorite thing about my home office:
The door. It's salvaged from an old hotel - room 308. It closes and locks, making my home office a place where I can concentrate and work while I'm at work.