Well its been nearly two months since the fire and I have just now been able to bring myself back behind the steering wheel. This whole event reminded me a lot of the movie Fight Club, before Edward Norton went completely insane but managed to blow all of his belongings from his fifteenth-story apartment (now that I think about it, he was insane the entire movie). I haven't fallen behind due to the lack of finances, family, friends, or personal belongings. No it's just been a really strange transition going from completing a collection of who I am and reverting back to square one.