Dear my new office,
Oh how I have looked forward to you! And now you are here, and I am with you, and it is all far, far better than I could have imagined.
The light, for starters. Have I considered, truthfully, the cell-esque-ness of my previous office? I had not, not until today, when I walked in to you, my new office, to see all my boxed-up books and files stacked three deep, and the big, big window letting in the mid-morning sun.
I have culled and sorted and given and thrown away, all in preparation to meet you, my new office. Srsly: you cannot imagine the tonnage (maybe an exaggeration, but it's kind of justified) of paper I have recycled/shredded. And books relegated to the "Free Books!" table. I have done my very best to sleek out my worldly/office-ly possessions.
My books fit on the shelves. Narrowly. My knick knack-ery, mostly. Art, yes.
I only wish, if it's not too soon to ask, my new office, that you would manifest approximately four more drawers, two of them file-sized.
In every other way you are a dream come true,