Everyone should have a place of her own.
The spot that’s just mine is my desk. What you can’t see in the picture is that it’s two feet away from the bed, so I have to squeeze through there. It’s completely worth it.
In our last apartment, my work space was the dining room table, and every time we ate I had to push my stuff over to the side or move it to the floor to get it out of the way.
Sometimes my desk is clean, sometimes it’s not, and other times it has only the illusion of clean, which is still good enough. On the wall close by hangs my tote bag, and occasionally I’ll move papers or projects from my desk and put them in the bag, so I can enjoy an instantly clean open work area.
There are no drawers, but I like having a big table to work on. A few supplies are stored in a small box in the closet, but I’ve noticed that as I’ve gradually switched over to going paperless, I need fewer office supplies too.
It’s so restful to be able to sit and work in a spot that’s just mine, without the usual assortment of stuff that collects in other places around the house.