Then I started refinishing a dresser.
And a few bikes came.
Plus a moving truck. After that I was pretty overwhelmed.
What do you do when your dreams come true? How do you feel when you get something you’ve desperately yearned for, for years?
I sorted. I organized. I shelved. I popped anti-depressants and called my therapist.
Feelings are complicated, but the short story is I love it here, and I’m looking for a job.
Matt found a bike rack.
I touched a textile yesterday, for the actual purpose of working on it, for the first time since September. I sat in a corner with it, soaking in knits, purls, the comfort and scent of wool in a quiet room.
And I found this on the door last night. No one will get this but Matt and my mom, but that’s ok.