Like most people during the pandemic, I desperately wanted to carve out a quiet space for myself. After a long day of slinging snacks and sandwiches between my children’s virtual school lessons, I needed, even if briefly, somewhere to go. The rub was that our two-bedroom bungalow was already maxed out with my husband working from a small office off our primary bedroom and two children taking Zoom calls from desks spread between the dining room and kitchen.
Then, a dilapidated metal shed jammed in the corner of our backyard suddenly inspired hope.
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