I too begin to feel slightly crazy when too long a period of time goes by without the option of working with my hands. I move around a lot, and wherever I go, I try to find an area out of the weather where I can cram just enough tools to make a knife the hard way.
I might live in a place for six months, all the while acquiring tools and clutter without a thought for the dreaded day I move. When that day finally comes, I have to sacrifice the tools that I can bear to part with and herniate myself carrying the ones that I can't . Usually in the space of a weekend, with house cleaning and moving to do as well. I've let some tools go that I wish I hadn't, but got some great ones along the way.
I am in a phase without a shop once more, just for a few months until I leave the Islands and go back home. (Really home.) I'm looking so forward to it as my best tools that were too heavy to bring to Hawaii are still in my old shop that I built on my parent's property in eastern Washington, there.
The shop in Washington is a barn that my father and I built ourselves, as I recall about 22'x30', dirt floor with (unpeeled) log framing. Some of the most peaceful, enjoyable, blissful days of my life have been spent in that barn. Throwing knives at a target across the shop between heats forging a blade, cranking music at midnight, 10 degrees out side.
I had a shop in Makawao, Maui, that I miss badly as well. I built my 1st 2x72 grinder there and made big strides in my ability. One day in particular kind of sticks oddly in my head, a Saturday that I got up early and worked on a matching pair of hunters all day. It was the most absolutely beautiful golden day, the wife and roomates were at work, so I was all alone.
It was peaceful and quiet except for the low radio now and then, and every time I stepped out of the finishing room into the carport forging area, that huge view across the valley to West Maui mountains with the Pacific Ocean framing all sides would greet me. The knives went well, the day went slow and smooth, and somehow it makes me feel a little bit sad to remember it. I think it will always be one of my best days.
Thank you for this thread, Alden. Yes my shop does make me smile, even if sometimes it's only in my mind.