It's Move-In Day!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a man-cave. It has been in various places, in different houses we have lived over the years. The last one was in a spare room in our current home. I came home one day about eight or nine years ago, and it was gone, transformed into a room for a kid who showed up to join our growing family. I did not mind. Besides, I was now a trucker instead of my previous life as a sales-rep, and I wasn’t home much. However, somewhere along the way, I took to writing, followed by photography. I bought a desk. I had nowhere to put it except for in our bedroom. That is okay, but sometimes I like to get up early when it’s still dark and write fast and furious, or stay up too late drinking beer while editing pictures and listening to music. Poor me, I am a dude with no man-cave. As time went on, it began to bother me. My writing slowed. I still did it if something was bothering me enough. For the most part, I lost interest because of my surround...