So what started as help ended with me being forbidden to move my furniture ever again. "Pick a version and that’s it!" my father yelled. I did and they helped me "for the last time." But by the next weekend, the urge for change was strong. I was stymied as to how I could execute this on my own, on creaky floors, as they sat having coffee in the kitchen directly below my bedroom. Furniture glides had not yet been invented. Using a crowbar from the garage and wads of batting I found in my mother’s sewing stuff, I placed the white fluff under each leg of each item, and inch by inch by inch, rearranged the room with not a creak being made.
When my father passed my bedroom, as I sat behind the newly positioned desk, he looked in and held my gaze for a few seconds. Then he just sighed and shook his head and kept on walking.
inFormed Space is born out of that, my earliest inclination—which each of us has about something—that time of uncensored expression. —Douglas Pinter Founder, inFormed Space