When I was about 13, my parents decided it was high time to expand our 1,000 square foot home to accommodate three growing children. We moved out for three months to allow for a complete gutting and rebuild of the house in which I had grown up. I have never felt so unsettled in my entire life.
So it is no surprise that the minor displacement of my current home is somewhat unnerving. Not impossible to manage, but slightly irritating in that I cannot find anything, the interior is covered with dust, and the pantry contents are in a box in my office, much to the delight of the dog.
However, the worst is nearly over (what I have to see, anyway) with the near completion of living room/dining room/hallway. What a difference!