That desk was first a cabinet. Then it became my writing desk, since it was already getting in the way of my parents' room, and I desperately needed a decent desk where I could sit down and draw. I think the cabinet finally became a table sometime before my fourth birthday, and that's when the idea that my desk was actually a cabinet transformed into something else really appealed to me. Today it has already changed - I find the drawers small and impractical, the writing surface is made of soft wood, in which grooves are made even after pushing harder with a pencil, and overall it is starting to feel small. But at the same time, there is something nostalgic about it.
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