I wish I have a desk. I wish I did. I used to have one. During my school days.
Once I stepped into the alumni batch, my parents thought it fit to disassemble and dismantle my desk.
My heart broke.
I was proud of it. I used to have those Re-Ment miniatures and cute little pencil holders. Then I used to have those colorful notepads and notebooks. I had assorted clear books and those Japanese DIY magazine on the top shelf of my desk.
When my school desk was destroyed, my things were brought outside and packed in garbage bags. I had to go out one night and do some scavenger hunting.
At least, I had one picture of it. Well, I tried looking for it. I can’t find it anywhere. Let me just sob in a corner for two minutes.
When I started to go into cabin crew training up to my first year of flying, I has shifted my amusement for my late great school desk to my bedroom headboard. It had Pop! Figures and photos of myself in large gold-leaf frames. I also had my notebooks and Harry Potter memorabilia. Then, I was also proud of my growing snowglobe collection.
After my first year in flying, I transferred all my stuff to a glass cabinet. I only left my notebooks on my headboard resulting in my current ‘desk’.
So yeah, its a mess.
The box contains assorted art supplies, too many and too much of an assortment to mention.
I miss my old desk. Although, the lack of desk taught me to work with what I have and to maximize my thoughts and ideas.
I guess it was all good in the end. It will still sound good to have a proper desk though.