Before the Move

The studio still lives mostly in my head right now. I’ve seen the walls, I know where the light falls in the afternoon, but I haven’t yet carried the first box through the door. That moment is coming soon…and I keep imagining it. The echo of the space before it’s filled, the smell of fresh paint, the sound of me setting something down and just knowing it belongs here.

I’ve been making lists, gathering pieces, imagining where each one will go. It’s not just furniture or equipment; it’s the feeling I want you to have the moment you step in. The way the room holds you. The kind of feeling that lets your shoulders drop. That’s what I’m building.

In a way, these last few days before moving in feel like standing on the shore, watching the tide pull back before it comes rushing forward. There’s anticipation in it. Stillness before a rush of movement. A chance to think about what this place will become, and the lives it might touch.

Soon, the space won’t just be an idea. It’ll be my studio.