I am moving to a new office building. I have been living in “the hole” (lab/shared office/cellar command centre) since 1996. 15 years of no windows (unless you count the Bill Gates kind), a door you have to close to read the white boards, lab equipment, Einstein posters, reference books, binders, tasting glasses, CDs, coffee paraphernalia and people. Always people.
I packed up my office on Thursday morning last week. As I dug into the desk which is not allowed to move with me, (something about matching decor–don’t ask–it is a sad subject) I uncovered so much of my life. As is always the case, I threw out a lot. A purge. Old tax forms, thesis research material from my stressful days writing about tannin maturation, plastic trinkets, 30+ pictures of a sunset in Hawaii that all looked like the same picture, old business cards, pieces of crayons and chalk, Spice Girls trading cards (whaaa?), bolts, cards from people I don’t remember…
When the desk was cleaned out, right down to the pencil lead and bits of fluff caught in the corners, I looked at what I had amassed. Two boxes and one bag, all fitting easily on a rolling pushcart with room to spare. 15 years on a rolly cart. I felt a bit demoralized as I pushed it out of the lab… across the cellar floor I had watched being poured years ago…out the big wooden doors that were built by two guys in the winter of 1996 in a hoarded up corner of the cellar… to the crush pad with my name carved in the concrete… past the amphitheater which had always been my dream to have if I ever owned a winery… and into the new building. Into my new office.
A housewarming gift from the cellar workers sat on the new, empty desk…an ice bucket complete with all the fixings for making martinis and a beautiful card signed with heartfelt wishes for my move into the new digs.
I tucked the card into the back recesses of my new desk. Time to start making new memories.