Second Home

My apartment feels like it has become my second home to school. This usually happens in the last few weeks of the semester, never this early, and I'm oddly at peace with the amount of work and time spent at school now. Maybe I've just resigned myself to my fate, or have stopped caring.  The design process feels somewhat cathartic, or perhaps comatose, I'm not sure if I'm "in the zone" anymore, or just "in a daze".