I was going to try to write a post about being an over-thinker but I couldn’t make it funny. Let’s just say I know I think about things too much but that’s how I like it. If I thought about ‘em less, I’d have a lot less fun in the world.
So on Friday I had a meeting for work that took place at this amazing space. One of our board members owns a historic downtown building in a little Ohio town. She has her offices on the second floor and she lives on the entire third floor (the fourth floor hasn’t been rehabbed yet). I am completely blanking on the square footage but the building is half a block long and so let’s just go with enormous. Most of the space is open with just the bedrooms closed in. The bathrooms still have the old wooden doors with the frosted glass that says “ladies” or “gentlemen” across them and the floors are original. (The building was built in 1904.)
She has the apartment split in half and we were the part that was filled with cozy conversation areas with tables for us all to work. The master bedroom is there, too then you open a door to the other side and there’s the kitchen, an enormously long dining area and on a platform a traditional-looking family room arrangement with couches, chairs and a television. There are bedrooms to the back but I didn’t see them.
It was such an amazing place to be and our hostess was so gracious. I also enjoyed the meeting because we had a good facilitator and I’m very interested in watching other people manage group dynamics. I’m very interested in people, period, and I like watching other people work and seeing how they live and asking them about how they got here or there and where they plan on going. (It’s the over-thinker in me.)
It’s the thing I really like about working (freelancing or salary) — getting the chance to meet and talk to people. It’s interesting.
Anyway, I will probably never leave on the enormous second floor of a historic downtown building that I’ve rehabbed but now I can sort of imagine it and that’s pretty nice.
I want it. The whole open-concept-historic-third-floor-wooden-door-frosted-glass thingy. Now ya got me goin’.
One such door did live in my first apartment; the bathroom had a door with frosted glass. Guests were highly suspicious of it. It enlivened several parties.
And I asked my co-worker about square footage today. It’s 9000 square feet each floor so 4500 each side. Imagine what you could do with 4500 square feet worth of playroom because that’s basically what the area we were in was like!
Stop, she says, stop . . . the the pain!!
Actually, there is a building like that near us. But only for lease. We exit our building at the rear and see it on the left. When you approach it from the south you see an old sign that indicates it was a book warehouse. I think each floor is about the 4500 sq ft you are talking about, but no AC, no amenities. As I get older, I have less bravery for that sort of thing. Can still dream, though.
“I was going to try to write a post about being an over-thinker but I couldn’t make it funny.”
Well that first sentence sure is a great start! Hahaha.