I have been displaced for three weeks!

No, not displaced as in outside with nowhere to go.

I have been displaced in the house, in my home.

My bedroom is upstairs, just a few steps away, but because of the surgery, I have had to stay in a bedroom downstairs.

Most of my stuff is upstairs.

I know where it is, and I have a right to it all, but I cannot get to it.

It is within reach, but because of limitations, I cannot get to it.

It is a weird feeling to know that you should have access to stuff, but you can’t get to it, even though you know you have the right to it and you know where it is!

Why does this make me think of Baltimore?

Eventually, I will be able to climb those stairs to get my stuff………..