Ten days after my discharge from hospital, I should have expected my optimism to falter, my momentum to slow. The loss on Friday of my artworks and other personal stuff hurt more than I'd thought it would. I spent a day burrowed under the bed covers, wallowing in self-pity.When I crawled out again, I decided to turn my hotel room into more of a home. I rented a car and drove across town to a sprawling Ikea store where I bought folding closet organisers, small drawers for clothing and shoes, door-hung stowage for bathroom accessories, and a laundry basket. Plain, compact, functional pieces of Scandinavian design, they made my limited spaces instantly more livable. Better yet, when I move again, they can be taken down, folded and put in a bag. I also bought lemon-scented candles, a small vase and, from a nearby market, a selection of freshly cut, pale pink and cream roses.Back at the hotel, I re-arranged the furniture to create a better area in which to work. I set up my printer/scanner and organised my files in a box beneath my make-shift desk. By the time I was done, my dark mood had subsided and the determination that had driven me to accomplish so much last week had re-asserted its grip.