I’m sitting in the last unpacked chair and writing on the last unpacked piece of furniture in my apartment out in Las Vegas. I should be writing this article about color for a magazine, but I cannot come up with words other than what is currently going on in my head. Beyond my space is a sea of closed up moving boxes waltzing with the last small piles of unpacked clothes. .. .. and in this time of transition I’m fighting to find words for my feelings, but .. for the last few months, my ability to tell a story from my past, let alone, articulate a phrase has become increasingly.. and surprisingly hard to do.