Transitions, Knitting and Otherwise

Knitting, like life, is full of transitions. We switch from knit to purl. Purl to knit. We cable left. Then we cable right. At first, as we learn and make our way, it’s awkward. Sometimes it gets better, and we find our groove. Sometimes it just stays awkward. And, sometimes, a project doesn’t work out at all. The yarn is wrong. The pattern is wrong. The needles are wrong. Or maybe they even break.

So we transition to a new project, hopefully learning from our mistakes along the way.

I have to say, when I bought my first house almost exactly 14 years ago at the ripe old age of 23, I never thought I would someday move back into that very same house, a mother, more than a decade later. An older version of my younger self.

Way back then (truly, I can hardly even remember, it feels so long ago), I don’t think I ever even paused to consider that I would someday be a mother. I was busy doing all the things young people do–going to grad school, working, talking on the phone (a landline, tsk!) with my friends at great length, and generally seeking out my path in the world. The internet was barely invented. Hek, blogs were barely invented.

And then life happened, setting me on a path that oddly lead me right back to where I started in a way I never really saw coming or imagined for myself at any point along the way.

The universe is funny that way. I have always found that the outcome that comes to fruition is the one possibility I never even considered. Not for lack of thinking or wondering (because I am a thinker and wonderer, typically over-examining all possible routes to the point of nausea…), but because that’s how life works. We set our course as best we can, but the winds of change–forces greater than our best intentions–sometimes blow us in other directions. New directions. For better or worse.

The path before me is unclear, and really I am just trying to settle in to my new (old) home, overgrown garden and all. When I decided to move, the first thing I loaded in the car was my stash of yarn. I don’t know why. Maybe that just made it feel real to me. If the yarn was moving, I was going with it. Now, weeks later, it was one of the last things to be unpacked. (And it still isn’t organized.)

I wasn’t sure where to put it.

It has a spot now. It’s on a shelf in a bedroom that long ago was home to my old roommates, two of which are still lifelong friends. It’s weird to see the yarn there, in their rooms. It seems misplaced somehow.

Everything seems misplaced somehow.

But then I remind myself that it’s a transition. And it’s only yarn.

Eventually, everything (and everyone) will find its proper place, which may, from time to time, move to a new proper place.

And that’s life.

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  • Reply homemadefarm April 30, 2017 at 5:39 am

    I tried really hard to think of something to say pertaining to life, knitting, and adjusting to change but I can’t come up with anything other than telling you that I wish you the best with your transition.

  • Reply Susan April 30, 2017 at 7:37 am

    Hello. lots of luck on this new road. Will look forward to reading about your journey.

  • Reply Toni Macomb April 30, 2017 at 7:52 am

    I read this post the first day and saved it to read again. Transitions are tough but pretty soon it becomes your new life, comfortable and satisfying. I don’t know your situation but for me, I divorced after 32 years of marriage. My choice. After retirement I realized how much our careers kept us together…so busy, only spending, basically, evenings together. Once we were spending all those retirement hours together I found that we weren’t compatible, personality wise. Anyway, I hope things go well for you. I’m sure returning to your old home will give you comfort and with an overgrown garden to catch up with and a little person to nurture and supportive friends your “transition” will become a thing of the past. Hugs and Best Wishes.

  • Reply itsallaboutpurple April 30, 2017 at 8:40 am

    perhaps i read too much in to this new start…or perhaps “parts” were missing?? “change” – a new life?? good luck in your new/old home, i love that it is yellow, i have always wanted a yellow home.

    • Reply Andrea @ This Knitted Life May 1, 2017 at 1:58 pm

      I do love this yellow home. It took me MONTHS to find exactly the right shade…covertly scraping chips off another home in the middle of the night to match at the paint store. It’s always bright to come home to.

  • Reply pumpkin sunrise April 30, 2017 at 2:32 pm

    I hope all is okay with you!! I hope your old home feels like home and new memories are made that make you smile, glad and content 🙂

    • Reply Andrea @ This Knitted Life May 1, 2017 at 1:58 pm

      Thanks Karen. YOU always make ME smile. I like the idea of focusing on making new memories. That sounds possible.

  • Reply Stefanie April 30, 2017 at 4:59 pm

    I would say it’s like a full circle, yeah? You will transform your old/new home into something that reflects you and your life now.

  • Reply Andrea @ This Knitted Life May 1, 2017 at 1:59 pm

    Some kind of circle anyway. Maybe a black hole. Wink. Love to you, Stefanie!

  • Reply Alina May 3, 2017 at 7:36 pm

    Dear Andrea! I wish you all the best on your new journey! Transitions are good, it is like being reborn in a way… Sending you lots of love!

  • Reply knittedblissjc May 7, 2017 at 7:18 am

    How serendipitous to be in your new/old house again! Transitions are tricky, but I hope everything is going well.

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