Hoping in our true home

I’ve just moved into a new office and I’m really excited. You may think that demonstrates a certain kind of sadness. However, the truth is I spend a lot of time at my desk and for the last 2½ years my office has been split across two locations – one building housing many of my colleagues and my books, the other my desk.

The distance between the two was not huge – a short walk across a car park. But it was enough that I didn’t spend nearly enough time with others, nor reading or using the books I’m privileged to own.

Moving in has felt like a new start. Everything is now as it should be; and I have one less excuse for my procrastination.