Moving Up.

My little studio had been carefully organized and designed. I shared it with a bedroom for guests but it was still mine. I knew it intimately and it fit very well. 

On a weekend when I wasn’t here my husband kindly moved the entire contents up to our newly finished attic so I could have a much larger space. From small intimate to large unfamiliar. I feel a bit lost. 

I reach to find my balance amongst random. This is the result of much searching on a rainy afternoon.