I’ve taken a break from the Mockingbirds blog while we move. Moving is a long and disorienting process. We’ve lost many things: computer cables (I’m writing this on my ancient and creaky laptop) and keyboard; beard trimmers (for the fiddler, not me); lamp harps; my favorite jeans; my reading glasses. And most distressingly, my thoughts.

Some artists thrive on change, on chaos, on the new, the different, the outside-of-the-box experiences that change their perspective. I used to love all that too. But now? Not so much. I like my routine. I work better knowing where my coffee cup is, when I’ll have dinner, what time I’ll go to bed.

Now that we’re finally done with the biggest part of the disruption, and now that the new reality is beginning to set a groove in my life, I’m hoping to find my thoughts (and computer cables) packed away in a moving box. Lost objects eventually resurface.

In the mean time, I’m organizing my first ever dedicated studio space. With a door that I can close!