A little over thirteen months ago, my family and I moved out of the house where we had lived for over a decade. We had caught the downsizing bug. As a result, we sold our house and the adventure began — we were on the move. It was a big first step, and now that lease is up on the apartment we rented, it is time to make the next step.
To that end, we have spent most of this week boxing up, throwing out, and cleaning corners that we left undisturbed for the entire time we lived in the apartment.
All of the activity associate with the move impacted my ability to work on crochet, but yesterday, I found myself at Bean Traders, a favorite coffee shop of my mine in Durham, North Carolina, and I pulled out my latest remnant rehab effort while I enjoyed a double flat white. The combination of coffee and coffee house ambience seems to be exactly what I needed and in short order this:
was transformed into this:
But as with so many good things, my time working on my crochet and drinking coffee came to and end, and I found myself once again on the move, carting boxes to and from. Somewhere in all of the packing and carrying a crochet remnant had gotten away from me, and I found this rain soaked piece on the ground:
I set it aside to be washed and reworked, and then got back to the business of moving, and then, when time permitted, I did more reworking and weaving in of ends, so that early this afternoon, I was ready to take this one last photo from the deck of the apartment we have called home for the last fourteen months:
When we first set out on this adventure, I could not imagine that it would ever be done — and it isn’t, yet. But now there is no turning back, and we will continue moving forward, one box at a time.