09/04/2026
Moving the 3D printer into the office has been sitting on my to‑do list for longer than I care to admit. Not because I didn’t want to do it — but because life had stacked a queen‑sized bed, the frame, and a wall‑mounted TV right in the middle of the plan.
This week, the last of those obstacles finally shifted. The bed headed to the garage, the frame tucked itself into storage, and the TV came off the wall, leaving behind those little mount holes that always feel like the final reminder of a project that’s lived past its expiration date.
Now it’s just me, a bit of spackle, a touch of paint, and the quiet satisfaction of reclaiming a space that’s been waiting for me. Once the wall is patched, the 3D printer can finally come upstairs — and I can get back to the kind of making that needs its own corner, its own energy, its own home.
It’s funny how these small shifts open up whole new rounds of creativity. One room at a time, one fix at a time, things are rolling forward again.