Ode to an empty home
Somehow it got done.
Somehow it got done.
Packing has commenced... I have gotten lots of books in boxes and have been sorting papers, etc. Hoping to have all books, yarn, random desk stuff and my winter clothes boxed tomorrow. That will leave me the knick-knacks to box, and the kitchen to clean out (that will be packed last.) Will get there somehow...
I came to a revelation today.
Finishitis continues... although I am slowing down a bit.
The finishing tear continues.
Things have been a bit slow on the blog the last few months because I have mainly been focused on finishing my dissertation, and have been knitting very little.
My friend J and I set out for towards the siren call of the Great Lakes Fiber fest in Wooster, OH yesterday.
Today I shipped off a massive box of yarn scraps to a charity knitter in Maine. I had lots of half-used skeins of acrylic and acrylic blends that I know that I will never knit. I didn't want to take them with me, and I doubted that I would ever used them, and the yarn just made me feel weighted down. Its gone now. I still have 12 bins of yarn to deal with, but I am going to reconfigure the stash again and get everything sorted and figure out what I have. I think at times I forget what I have.
Tomorrow I am getting on a plane to Texas to go looking for a new abode. This is both exciting and scary at the same time. The realization has dawned on me that I am about to actually start my real life... no longer a student or a special fellow or anything like that. I will actually be an assistant professor in a department, and making a life in a totally unknown place. Aside from my interview I have never been to Texas, I am unfamiliar with San Antonio and the thought of returning to city life is mildly overwhelming.