I always miss my studio a lot. This will be my sixth winter spent in the south, Texas to be more precise. I miss the open and flexible floor space I have in the studio. I miss the feeling of being in a treehouse. I miss seeing the lake when I sit on the deck, spinning. I brought a loom from the US that is on wheels, with the intention of wheeling it out on the deck too, but I did not get a chance to try that out. I also miss all my books.
Most of all I miss the tranquility and beauty of the boreal forest and the lake. To have this inspirational setting all around me is wonderful. Of course I have great memories to take along, as well as stacks of photographs, but there is something to be said for actually walking the trail and actually seeing the white ermine.