Studios come and go, and I have to say that it’s rare that I actually feel at home in them. Sort of the point, I suppose but growing up I had this fantasy of collapsing into an arm chair with the stuffing bursting out of it while I cast an appraising eye over whatever piece I was cobbling together. It’s all silly and romantic, but it points up the fact that while I am going to miss having a separate workspace, I am not going to miss this particular space, as nice as I found it.