Running amuck with all of my belongings in a bag has become the norm. The hardest part of the lifestyle is not carrying heavy books and cameras everywhere but picking and packing what I would need for the day. Being on the move is facilitated by having a trusty bag. I am sure that I am not alone.
A good relationship with a bag can be compared to having a good friend. My friend structure my life or at least, my day. I have been forced to rethink what I should carry at the beginning of un-caffeinated mornings; my black doctor’s bag does not allow objects that are not flat, or rectangular i.e. fruits. My bag welcomes documents, bags, cameras (for which I find small nooks in my friend’s interior) and a computer.
My workspace is portable and can be set up wherever there is Wi-Fi and coffee. Save for my iPhone, my computer is how people get in touch with me. I have an office on the move.
My ideal office is made of fine grain dark brown leather with a healthy amount of space. It does not have to be at the corner o have a million dollar view. It has to withstand a good beating during rush hour and unpredictable weather. I emphasize the importance of good maintenance, though.
There is nothing better than having a space of one’s own. Come to think of it, I might need to upgrade. The room is becoming smaller by the second as the clutter would indicate. I need to write a note down in my agenda. Now, please excuse me. Miuccia Prada is on line 2.