Our new studio is awesome.
It's an incredible amount of space.
It's so much space that I feel like a zoo animal who's suddenly been set free back into the wild.
Can I actually run wherever I want and eat whatever I want? I don't have to be stared at by strangers all day?
You mean... there are no explosions happening at any time of the day? EVER?
You mean there is no club music starting at 1:00 pm immediately above my head?
Wait... no one will stomp up the stairs behind my desk yelling, "I KNOW YOUR SORRY FACE IS WAITING FOR ME UP HERE!!!!!! YOU BETTER START RUNNING!!!!"?
Are you SURE there will be no drunken crowds outside my door on a weeknight?
I just can't wrap my mind around the idea that it will be any cooler than the surface of the sun in the studio in July. This contraption is supposed to prevent that somehow?
We now have adequate wall space to store all of our yarn?
What?
Unimaginable.
This evening after everyone went home, I snapped these pictures, and reveled in the humming whir of the HVAC fan. And nothing else.
No thumping, no yelling, no banging, no crowds, no people trying to get in my locked office door all day and night, no club sound system, no kettlebells.
Just the HVAC fan pumping warm air around our amazing new studio.
These pictures are unvarnished -- I didn't quickly run around and straighten up. We don't have everything put away yet, as there is still construction going on. But we're up and running and functional and happy.
Which is everything I could ask for.