I'm 43 years old. Ever since I learned that there was a word for such a thing, I have desired a study. Today, I am delighted to announce, I took up official residence in my brand new study. Mission accomplished! Magic mustard!
No, I can't show you photos of it just yet—the shelves are mostly bare, and there are empty cardboard boxes all over the floor—but I have definitely moved in: I am writing this post on my brand new computer in my brand new study.
The Gods of Serendipity have evidently conspired to make this an auspicious day on which to move into my new study. Not only is it the summer solstace, but today's entry in the thoroughly excellent Writers' Rooms series in the Guardian newspaper is about Charles Darwin's study.
I call that spooky.
… Hey! I've got a study! W00t!