I spent the day unpacking and cleaning my bedroom, gliding a faded blue tea towel along window sills and conscientiously gathering books into specific piles. After supper, as a pink-streaked sky set in, my job was finally done. The place was tidy and polished; it felt like mine once more. I sat at my desk, a beautiful golden oak-y one, and looked out at the full green conifers just outside the window. Suddenly, everything did not seem so scary after all.