A trip that I had planned to take in August has fallen through, so I took the opportunity to drop a note to my ex, Mungojerrie, in the hopes that he might be around during that time.
I figured since I already have the time scheduled off at work, I might as well take the opportunity to go back to the 'Burgh and pick up some stuff that's been in storage there since I left in 2001. I can't believe that Mungo and my sister have been so cool as to let me keep my crap in their respective homes all this time.
Mungo wrote me back in record time, and it looks like he's going to be in town then. So I'm going to try to pull it off.
Silly as it is, I'm most looking forward to getting one thing back: My great uncle Joe's drop-front desk.
It's a much less fancy version of this one.
I left it at the house that Mungo and I shared when I we were together, and it's the one piece of furniture I've missed over the years. It's a bit of a wreck, actually. The bottom fell out of the lowest drawer long before I ever got my hands on it, and the side has a crack that runs from bottom to top, but there was always something about that desk that brought me great comfort.
Knowing, perhaps, that it had been in the family even before my grandfather had been born, or that odd smell of old wood and must and Lemon Fresh Pledge that hung over it. Something about that desk made working at it comfortable and comforting; I think I may have done some of the best writing I've ever done in my life at that desk; I kinda hope it wasn't because of the desk, but who knows?
So, anyway, here's hoping it all works out. Wouldn't it be ironic if I got it all the way back to New York and discovered it wasn't the desk, but whatever chair I was working on, that made the whole experience magical?
I figured since I already have the time scheduled off at work, I might as well take the opportunity to go back to the 'Burgh and pick up some stuff that's been in storage there since I left in 2001. I can't believe that Mungo and my sister have been so cool as to let me keep my crap in their respective homes all this time.
Mungo wrote me back in record time, and it looks like he's going to be in town then. So I'm going to try to pull it off.
Silly as it is, I'm most looking forward to getting one thing back: My great uncle Joe's drop-front desk.
It's a much less fancy version of this one.
I left it at the house that Mungo and I shared when I we were together, and it's the one piece of furniture I've missed over the years. It's a bit of a wreck, actually. The bottom fell out of the lowest drawer long before I ever got my hands on it, and the side has a crack that runs from bottom to top, but there was always something about that desk that brought me great comfort.
Knowing, perhaps, that it had been in the family even before my grandfather had been born, or that odd smell of old wood and must and Lemon Fresh Pledge that hung over it. Something about that desk made working at it comfortable and comforting; I think I may have done some of the best writing I've ever done in my life at that desk; I kinda hope it wasn't because of the desk, but who knows?So, anyway, here's hoping it all works out. Wouldn't it be ironic if I got it all the way back to New York and discovered it wasn't the desk, but whatever chair I was working on, that made the whole experience magical?
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