You have to watch out for that first night, when the walls are bare and you sit on the floor with your takeout, feeling a little cold and very far away. You had better bring some relics, to distract your focus until you can add some color to the room and begin to put in some pieces that look like life. A few images propped along walls... something soft to twist your hands in. It almost makes me understand religion. We’ve always needed something to cling to, to prop up our belief when we feel smallest. Belief that we’ll be ok, whatever that means, until we get comfortable enough to forget the question. Don’t ever forget to pack your relics; then the room would feel truly empty.