Same Ding. Different Day.

Since I got the key for the old printer, I’ve kept eyeing the fixings still attached to the top of the front door, thinking how satisfying it would be to get an old fashioned bell up there for when people walk in.

Never did I imagine that the original bell was still out there.

Nonetheless - last night I had the landlord text me saying he’s located that very bell - whether I’d want it back???

My reply: [ALL CAPS] YES!

Just imagine - the exact same ding that welcomed the printers every morning, will welcome us every time we walk through that very same entrance. Same place. Same vibration. Different frame in time. A portal.

Pure joy.

I want to keep the history of this place alive. The ink-stained floors, the exposed stonework, the stories embedded in its walls. Every mark and texture a connection to the past. An old print shop transforming into a creative space, is there a better fit for this space? It honestly feels like it’s been waiting for us.