why #coworking is like architecture school

i've asked myself. why this creative coworking space journey? where does this uncontrollable, christmas morning feeling/passion/need/motivation come from?

*ding* i finally figured it out.

i'm trying to recreate architecture school.

architecture/planner  "A" as the first "coworker?"

the people: the diversity, the talent, the shared passion.

the space: drafting tables in an open space (yeah, that long ago). great window wall of light. the freedom to make your space your own. the bottomless stack of stuff that can only be described as "creation in progress."

the workshop, the darkroom, the couches, the beer machine, the rooftop (via window). places to make stuff and places to take a break from making stuff.

the cameraderie, the collaboration, the bonding, the spontaneous breaking out in song/dance/scream/sleep/laughter/hanukkah ritual. the right-braining all the time.

the all-nighters, the physical, emotional, mental pain.

the creativity, the inspiration, the energy.

why can't work feel like that everyday (well, minus the pain part)? is that too much to ask?