Yes, I am at work. Yes, we had a meeting during which 75% of the time was wasted. Yes, I have had to move three years worth of materials out of my office into one with no bookshelves and two (EDIT: THREE) other people.
My crap is piled all over the floor, I've got textbooks (which I still haven't really looked at) and coffee cups and pens and last year's final exams all over my desk; nothing is organized.
But on my corkboard there are two slips of paper, one yellow, one blue.
I feel -- I perceive that I am at home.