Crafting with my people.
In the airport.
In any case, I turned on this music:
Started reading (& finished) this book:
And felt like I was in another, very creative, very peaceful world. I retreated in the evening to work on papercrafting, which I haven't done in a really long time.
The music kept going, and so did the creating. I was quiet during this week, and I really loved it. There was something that allowed me to NOT do all the stuff I usually do (you should see my laundry pile!) and take some time to leave the every day. I want to live here more often, as I was truly at peace.