Who Knew?

Eight years we have lived in this house. Three weeks until we move out. Is there a better time than that to move your office from the basement to the upstairs guest bedroom? I think not.

Mr Y. has complained for quite some time about having to "go to the dungeon" to work on our personal computer or hook up his business computer.  It was a dark, cold, windowless, unfriendly cave with a view of exposed 2x4's. Telephone conference calls took on a different level of frustration when he had to compete with the heating/air conditioning unit kicking on, then off, then on, then off again. One minute he is talking normally, the next yelling at an unassuming co-worker. And more than once I would  feel a chill, then realize the heat had been turned off or upped to 80+ degrees so it wouldn't kick on during his "work at home" business day.

We talked out moving the office upstairs over the years. Several times. It always came down to how convenient it is to have a guest bedroom on the main floor with easy access to the guest bathroom.  Downstairs was for kids, upstairs for adults. Blah, blah, blah.  The office remained where it was. In the dungeon. Until this past Friday. Furniture was being moved out, we would be having no additional guest room guests, and everything was going to have to eventually be moved upstairs anyway. Why not?
So up it came.

Now I look out at the side garden, hear the house wrens as they furiously build a nest outside the window, watch the birch tree catch a breeze and sway in the wind. Who knew so many cars passed down our street, or the neighbor walks  by twice a day, or there was so much progress being made on the new pool the neighbors are putting in? Most interesting of all, who knew this guy was hanging around the cul de sac?

Wish we had moved our office upstairs a long time ago!