Today, a close friend gave me a going away present. She said that she knew it was early, but was too excited to give the gift to me.
They are beautiful labels for me to sew into my knitting garments, letting everyone know that I’ve knitted them!
They were a wonderful…thoughtful…perfect gift.
And yet, I don’t feel ready for them.
I’m incredibly excited to move home. I want to move into our brand new house, and make it a home with Marcus and the girls. I want to decide to pop over to my sister’s house one afternoon, for no reason at all other than to see her. I want to be there when my nieces and nephews are born, be there when my sisters get married, be there to see my mom for random dinners, and to surprise my father by meeting him with the girls for lunch.
But it is going to be so hard to leave this place, that has been our home for almost three years. We love the town, the area, the walks, the history, the way the sun shines on Yorkshire (when it does shine). I am so close now to my church family here, and wonder whether I will find that again at a Catholic Church in the states. I’ve met such wonderful friends through knitting, and wonder if already established knitting groups in the states will ever feel “right” after hours spent knitting with Anne, the Sues, and the rest of the women I’ve met here.
I’m so ready, and so not ready, at the same time.