As the smell of concrete arrives to one of my nostrils, I still have some of the Taiga haze in the other. The box is heavy but contains useful things. This is my new workspace! And my new view. This is not what a true folklore creature would call a "comfort zone". But I slept well! And sun i shining as I wake up. This is Januari. This is Folklore Factory Urban Exile. This is Slöjdare In Residence!