Coping...

Lovely bedroom from a desert fete

Now it's a routine. Here is a lovely bedroom and I feel really down... I guess this is how I cope with moving. Mine is no longer moving. It's drifting. I do not have a house or a room anywhere... I am watching silly romantic movies over and over, crying my eyes out... I do not communicate with the living. I throw myself into the cold digital online world -except blogoshpere, I always find here warm- and do not want to go to bed. Do not want to pack, do not even want to go near  my suitcase... OK, so I really need to accept... This is how it is.. and how it will be...