Since I sold my house in California in 2010, I haven’t had a “real” office. As a writer, this can be disconcerting, but with the nomadic lifestyle I have chosen to lead (together with the Twenty First Century Nomad), it’s something that I have gotten used to.
Sans ergonomically correct desk chair, I’ve lugged my laptop everywhere from the deck of a ship on the Nile River to a McDonald’s in Korea to an airport bar in Mexico. But the best office I’ve found thus far is on my very own front porch. If you need me, I’ll be writing from this hammock for the next four months–unless I’m working from my other office, that is…
I couldn’t ask for a chicer workspace.
Photos by Steven Moore