Tiny Office

It took three years and a pandemic, but our tiny house is finally my home office.

Below, you can see my desk attached to the wall, which swings down to make space if needed. My dad added this table sometime last year. The long bench that I sit on can be moved next to the sofa in the rear, which creates the base of a twin bed. (My dad used to sleep in here, pre-pandemic, when he came up to babysit Emilia during the week; he didn’t sleep in the loft, though there are two comfy twin mattresses above.)

I bought a standing desk years ago that we didn’t use often — it’s now toward the back of the house, and I rotate between these two desks as I work. The standing desk blocks the bathroom, but it’s fine since we’re not really using it right now. (I just walk over to our main house for bathroom breaks.)

I don’t really use the kitchen much — I use the sink to wash my hands or dishes that I bring in from the main house, but if I started to use the stove again, even if just to boil water for coffee, it’d probably feel even more cozy in here.

Anyway, I’m glad — after all this time — I’m using this space again.