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The movie mommy has dropped the ball lately when it comes to movie reviews...I know. But I have a good excuse...I have been moving.
I have moved a lot in the past 6 months...house to house...house to apartment...and now, in a week, apartment to home. Not just a house but a home. Everyone's definition of home is different. Some people think of home as being where they grew up, where their parents live, where they lived the longest, where they raised their own family, where they last lived or where they live now. There are countless more, I am sure. Mine is...where I can finally stay and not have to move again, for a long time. A place with my husband and children are waiting for me when I come home from work. A place that I can decorate anyway I want for the holidays. Those are just a few of my definitions of home. A home can be allusive for some people. Take my office and my desk - or lack there of. A home away of home...as it were.
Ever since I arrived at my office I have not had a desk of my own. I have been sharing desks with people. I refer to it as "hot desking." That is a term borrowed from shipboard living - an expression called "hot racking." That is when you have to share a bed (rack) with someone else. You go to work, someone else sleeps in your bed - can be several someones in a row. The bed is still warm from the other person when you go to get in it, thus the term "hot racking." Ew...I know.
Every time someone, in my office, went out for a few hours I would unplug their computer, plug in mine and use their phone. Sometimes even a few minutes. They understood. But sometimes when the office was full...I was stuck. I really do need a computer to do my job. Especially, since I am new and have a lot less busy work than my co-workers.
Last week my own desk dream came true. It's an old desk and will be replaced by a new one in a couple months...but to me it is my very own. Some of my co-workers think my desk arrangement and use of space is claustrophobic. I am in a corner, facing a wall and behind me is the back of a high walled cubicle. I have a computer and a phone. I call it my cave. And it is my cave and basically, I am the only one that has to like it.
Like a home.
As for my actual home...my new home...it won't be a home until next week when my family comes. After all...home is where the heart is.