Today I started packing…
No not my personal belongings (Those are already packed), but possesions MUCH more cherrished.
My wife and I have aquired a wonderful new home. Not an appartment anymore, we have grown up and gotten a house. A beautiful 3 bedroom old home which has been remodeled. It features a very large outbuilding which is finely finished to match the home. It seems to good to be true even to us.
The story here is that While starting to pack my shop an intense wave of sadness hit me.
I started out when I was 16. I sold my XBox and bought a miter saw. I set it up in my parents basemant on a massive old Maple desk (which is now my bench equiped with a vise) and I went to town.I crammed every machine I could down there building up to preasent day where I have a fully outfitted shop of high quality machines. I am since then 20 years old, married now and doing this professionaly every day for a full time job.
I have a very close relationship with my parents as does my wife with them so they are gracious enough to allow me to continue to do business out of the basement.
Its awkward, dark, out of control dusty even with collection, tight, stops me from being able to cut large plywood, even hinders me from making cabinets taller then 8’ tall which I occasionaly do…never mind having to work around a washer and dryer, lolycolumn and stairs.
One might think this move to an actualy SHOP, at my own home for that matter would be a welcome one. Well of course it is. I have a million upgrades that will be done. Every daily task of furniture making will become easyer and most likely increase quality and defenitly productivity however…this is a sad day.
I finished the last piece I wil make there friday ( I will post that after this.) and As I went down today to start organizing and packing it hit me…I just stood there in awe of how far I had come and how far the space had come. I made my first box in this space, my first table, butchered my first mortise and tenon…hell I made my first CUT outside of the carpentry job I had in this space.
Our shops are a very personal part of us, they are a part of our lives and the biggest, our work.
I am overwhelmed with emotion today packing things in here.
I thought I would vent to my fellow lumber jocks on here who might have even been through this before about what a rollercoaster it can be.
How knew a shop could make a grown man have to clear his throat!
P.S Every time I picture the new spot that the drum sander will go it gets a LITTLE easyer to deal with…but not much ;)
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