Sixteen years in real estate. This is the first desk I have ever had. I have sold homes out of my car. Out of my kitchen. Off a laptop balanced on my knees in a parking lot between showings, with a coffee going cold in the cup holder. That is just how this business works for a lot of us. You are always out, so you never get an office, so you never get a desk. And then I moved over to Brokers Hub Realty, and they gave me one. My own desk. My own space. Now, the desk itself is brown. Standard issue, perfectly fine, about as exciting as a filing cabinet. So I brought in my own. Beige matte with gold accents, because there has never been a version of me that does not reach for gold. Acrylic phone holder and acrylic storage, so everything stays clear and nothing reads as clutter. Notepads and pens in a neutral palette that actually make me want to pick them up. Neutral, modern, warm. It is me. It just took sixteen years to have a surface to put it on. Turns out being a realtor with a designer’s eye applies to my own workspace too. Who knew. LTKdayinmylife LTKHome