The Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote, "Evidently the only way to find the path is to set fire to my own life." But that hurts, and I suspect isn't even really necessary. You just have to know what to bring with you if the fire finds you. And when you've chosen that one thing--or even 43 things--let us know in a poem. For the next week, we'll be accepting your Shelter Ode submissions at PoetLaureate@ApartmentTherapy.com. The author of our favorite entry will get to guest-post for a month (or, for shy types, a gift certificate for a book of poetry). Love your bedroom? Show it you care with a sestina.
Need more inspiration? Try Wallace Stevens' "Gray Room" or Emily Dickinson's "'Houses' -- so the Wise Men tell me" or, if you're despairing of ever finishing that renovation, this one from the Greek poet Constantine Cavafy:
Walls Without consideration, without pity, without shame they have built great and high walls around me. And now I sit here and despair. I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind; for I had many things to do outside. Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls. But I never heard any noise or sound of builders. Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.
If none of those do the trick, perhaps "Poetry Despises Your Attempts at Domesticity."