I know this picture doesn’t mean much: a simple table in a crowded room in the basement. But this photo means a lot to me. It’s been over a year since my basement game room looked like it could be used by people. It’s probably been more like since December 2016 at the latest.
Not that you would know, but that was back before my divorce, my stretch of bachelordom, and my remarriage. And during that time, that table was usually full. Full of my ex-wife’s stuff she was packing up. Full of stuff I was getting rid of to try to make space. Full of stuff from when my new wife and her family moved in. Stuff.
Today, it’s my table again. Ready for wargaming, or roleplaying games, or just being a regular old table. It is a big deal for me. More than I thought it would be.