Twinknit

It’s that time of year — when you wake up in the morning and the air has a bite; when you feel the urge to go out and purchase crisp, new notebooks and deliciously inky pens; when your whole life feels like it’s taking a turn, and though it might not be a turn you’re quite ready for (I may or may not have flopped face down on the bed a few nights ago, declaring loudly that I wasn’t ready to go back to school), you know that deep down inside you really want it.

I love fall.  It’s not just the weather (because what knitter doesn’t love the arrival of sweater weather?); there’s something to this season that just makes me feel like I have new purpose.  It makes me feel happy inside the way no other season can.  Yesterday, I arrived on campus for the first time since graduation and realized that despite my (previously mentioned) resistance, it felt good to be there.  School is what I do; it’s all I’ve done for years now.  I look forward to being a teacher more than I am a student.  I look forward to having the opportunity to “do it right” this year.

But this transition from vacation to work has me thinking about fresh starts.  There are a lot of changes going around lately.  There have been weddings (the photo above is courtesy of the most recent one, in Kansas).  There are babies on the way (and a lot of baby knitting).  Promises have been made and roles are being redefined.

In the midst of all of this, I’m struggling to figure out where this blog stands.  I’ve neglected it for months now, only posting occasionally.  I never intended this blog to be a parade of FOs, but that seems to be what it has become.  Originally, this blog provided me with a much needed community of knitters.  I was living alone in a small and isolating community, and I never cease to be amazed by the support and encouragement I’ve gained from the friends that I have made and sustained through blogging these few years.  But when I returned to Philly, the role of this blog shifted, and I’m not sure I’ve ever really found my footing.  Sometimes I wonder if I’m done with blogging, but I read everyone else’s posts and enjoy them so greatly; I feel compelled to remain a part of this community.  So pardon me while I stumble around and try to figure out what I’m doing here.  I know that some day the urge to tell stories (particularly some of the amazing fiber adventures I experienced in Peru) will return.  For now, I’m going to mess around a little… It’s time for a fresh start.