30 September 2009

For the first time in two years my job feels like a real job. I leave the house in the morning, and at the end of the day I come home. My day hours are focused on being at work, and doing work. And when I come home, home is a haven, a place for housework and family and rest. Anyone who has made this transition before will tell you that working at home is not as dreamy as once thought. I can attest to this. Working at home is hard. The line between work and home is always blurry. Coffee shops never helped me.

For two weeks now I’ve been working in an office on Frankfort Avenue with good friend Paul Disney. The simple difference of having a place to go to to do work is enormous, the benefits incalculable. I’m very thankful for this and I highly recommend it.