Mine. Recently, I moved 4000 miles from my home. When we got to our new place, I felt so lost.. I had no "home" anymore. So I drew this the other day as a kind of representation of that. My sinking ship and search for a home. The clouds represent the many "homes" I could end up with, the balloon is my conscious, the cracking island is how long I have to make friends before I go crazy, the stitched heart is how hurt I was to leave, the water is threatening to drown me in stress, and the ragdoll is me. Now, I have amazing friends and I feel more comfortable here than my old place. But this is of then, not now. Opinions? Critiques?