A serene place (a la aspergers)?

I've just completed day two of a fortnight's work placement, filling shelves in the DIY section of a general store. I don't mind it really. I am able to switch off and go into autopilot. It seems funny to be working in DIY, when I am probably the most cack-handed person known to man. The people there seem alright, but in all honesty I'm doing my level best to avoid any contact with them. The job is about twelve miles from where I live, and I think constantly on the bus journey as I look out of the window.
The picture shown above is of one of my favourite composers, Muthuswami Dikshithar (1775-1835). He is interesting because he used to go to the concerts at Fort George, Madras, and probably heard music by Haydn and Beethoven. He liked the sound of the violin so much that he introduced it to Carnatic music, and it has remained the standard accompanying instrument to this day.
I have digressed; the point that I wanted to make is that I have a feeling of inner serenity very much like that represented in the picture. I am also aware of the aspergers bit and I will try and explain what I mean. The feeling of contentment has taken hold, to the extent that I don't feel concerned about things I probably should feel concerned about. I have felt very low for what seems like a long time, and I am determined to hold onto the good feelings while I have them.
I am very aware of all the kind things that have been said to me, and the kind deeds that have been done for me. My family all rallied round me when I felt so desolate. I am lucky indeed.