I don't have a place to put my computer. It takes the entire dining room table, which is the only surface in the house set at a reasonable distance from the floor for such an endeavor. I would like to acquire a desk. Let's see how far I get proposing this to Mr. Minimalist.
Here's what the house is like: a hotel. The kind of hotel that doesn't have a desk in the room. Hotel art on the walls, neutral colors everywhere, complete lack of task lighting. There are two bedrooms upstairs, each with a bathroom. When we moved in, there was a giant "gift basket" with most of the day-to-day things you'd need: towels, dishes, sheets, pillows. So bringing nothing but our clothes worked out ok. +1 in the Brian column. If we wanted to buy something, the location could not be better. Everywhere in all directions, retail. It's insane.
...but of course, we do not want to buy something. For someone who does not want to buy anything, I am certainly burning a trail through the coffers. Ballet shoes, groceries, gas, concert tickets--oh yeah, we are going to the world premiere of Barbie at the Symphony, which promises to be just like music, only pinker.