I quit thinking of how long you've been gone. Your stuff is still where you left it years ago as a shrine to a lost child or soldier. That room is always mentioned as ".... 'S Room " when people stay over. Nothing has been moved or thrown away. The notes and receipts still lay where you left them, small coins linger on the dresser where you threw them and missed your change bin.  I've put the painting back that you noticed I'd moved. It's all the same.