A city bubble

A full week in, I haven't yet managed to get my journals. My netbook, my Incense, my little things and my tools for work, are totally out of reach still. So many boxes to unpack, very little space to work with, and a lot of damage in the place to fix.

To think that I grew a family in this little space, and a business! It will take me some time to adjust... My mind is suffering again, but mostly from having workers in every single day since the move. I haven't foreseen the urgent maintenance due. Also, my senses are so overwhelmed; too much light, too much noise, too many smells.

Still, I'm grateful. 

I made it, despite all odds. 

I just need to make myself at home now. 

I need my art, 

I need art, 

and the bubble.