A Carrel for September

My final semester I was given a key to a library carrel with one whole wall of glass overlooking the river. All semester I cheated on my thesis with books I picked up in the stacks. I remember thinking: this is all I ever want to do.

There is a walled-up hallway in the corner of my bedroom and it is stuffed with boxes of books and toys I do not want to hear from again, and it is all held back by an armoire of yarn. This sounds very grand, but it is only 3 feet by 3 feet, enough room for half a desk and a chair. Now that September has come round again, I think it is time to excavate my carrel.