A single window, a ladder down and a desk in which I am able to precariously position myself in order to make good use of its space.

This is where I am currently residing. A small space with a mattress in a corner that is more comfortable than appearances would allow one to believe.

It’s not much, but right now it’s home and it’s much better than I had anticipated, which is also a good thing.

I am sitting here at a desk, working on things in a better capacity at this residence than I had previously worked, for I was on the bed typing away and that did not allow for good comfort.

The window is open, but soon it shall be closed once more and therefore the cool air will stop flowing into this small room. However, the temperature of the room will drop and I will inevitably need a blanket in the morning, lest I be cold and wake up in such a state.

To be absolutely clear, I think I’ve lucked out with where I currently am.

I’m in the company of people that I know well and I’ve still got a few weeks before I need to move on, which should be more than enough time to get everything that I need to get sorted sorted and find another roof to take over.

I get a good view of the night sky, my plants are being taken care of and it’s fairly easy for me to get to work from here, which is good as if it was not easy, then I’d have to take more time than usual to do the commute and I am already taking more time than I would wish.

Wait. That’s not quite true. I’m around the rough optimal time that I want for getting to and from work.

The suburb in which I inhabit at the moment is not too far from others I have previously lived in, which is a good thing as I spend a bit of time in those suburbs.

I have a small collection of items with me. Most of it is clothes, but there are instruments and some books.

It is quiet which is what I need at this point. My previous place was also quiet, but this is one where there is noise in the background that is non-invasive and that is something with which I am left some form of satisfaction.

Now that I’ve begun using the desk here, it means I can get much more work done.  Well, that is what I am telling myself. I’ll probably procrastinate a lot, but at least that may mean that you will get something out of it, or not. Depends on how much you enjoy my writing, really.

So here I am, in an attic, in a space in which I can live.

This is not my space, but for now it is a space in which I inhibit and for now it is home.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:39:62

A bit dull, but I’ve been running on little sleep for a few too many nights in a row.

Also perhaps a little too on the personal side of things.

Perhaps.

Written in an attic.