A: Weaving in the loose ends of my Charlottesville life and casting on the first stitches of my new, midwestern one.
I've left places before; I've even left Charlottesville before, thinking I'd never live there again. But after I found my way back, it became the first place I felt really and truly at home in a home that I created myself. It became the place I married my husband; where I wrote my first freelance pieces; where I discovered the pleasure of growing plants and feeding birds; where I bought my first grown-up piece of furniture (a light-colored sofa—mistake). And it became the place I discovered knitting.
Now we are in the Twin Cities, where I feel a little bit lost, but also a little bit in love with my new home. I wish I could say that knitting has been my constant during this hurricane of appointment-making, goodbye-saying, and document-signing—but, truthfully, I've just picked up my needles for the first time since early May. (A sign, perhaps, of feeling settled. Get on with your knitting, indeed.)
I hope to have more to share in the weeks to come. In the meantime, what makes a new place feel like home to you?