Contrary to popular belief, a corner is not a sad or suffocating place to be – at least in my experience. I’ve spent my whole life seeking corners and making them my own. In high school basketball, I used to drain 3-pointers from the right corner all day. In my college journalism classes, while the talkative kids sat up front and answered questions for brownie points, I was in the back corner quietly racking up a rather stellar GPA.

At every office job I’ve ever had, I’ve been lucky to walk right in to a corner desk with my name on it. It’s almost as if there’s a supreme, corner enthusiast deity who’s like, “I got you, bro. I’m the same way.”

My current home office in Weehawken, NJ is the best corner I’ve ever had. In fact, the town itself feels like an undiscovered corner of New York City – 7 minutes from the unofficial center of the universe, yet a river and world away.

A corner is a great place to write, draw, paint, read or even just think. You never know where you’ll end up in life. I just hope that no matter where I go I can always find my corner.