My apartment has been my sanctuary lately. I've tried to force myself out into the world and have been successful, but I'm still in need of a lot of alone time and reflection. I don't consider myself much of a collector, but when I look at my little "shrines" I realize I have a random collection of things. Things that bring back memories, things that make me feel certain emotions and things that bring me inspiration. It's been extra hard to organize and subdue my thoughts lately, but my treehouse helps.