Melancholy for a place that's not home

I loved this color.
Loved the painterly technique I used to achieve the underwater effect on the bedroom walls.
Now that I don't live there anymore, I kind of miss it. My melancholia is replete with an avoidance of the now. Living life out of a box, and trying to coax a masterpiece out of a blank canvas is not only frustrating, it's unrealistic. But that has not deterred me from banging my head against a wall, trying to turn this space into a livable comfortable one.
I'm so tired. Too tired to sleep, unfortunately my compulsion to wax poetic about the past is the only autopilot trajectory I know right now...