I've 'umm-ed' and 'ahh-ed' about this post for several months, but it now feels like the right time to share it.
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.”
~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban
Wow. It feels good to stop and sit down here for a breather. Life has become unexpectedly hectic over the last two weeks, as I've forced myself out of my usual comfort zone to start dating and explore more social interactions. It's been great fun, but with work and general day-to-day tasks as well, I've barely had time to pick up my knitting let alone contemplate writing a blog post. I'm lucky today though, I have the whole week off work and I do have a little something to show you.
It's not very exciting, but as I mentioned in my last post, my colleague fell in love with the Little Hoodlum I made for my cousin's newborn and asked me to knit a similar one for her friend's baby son.
Which I did...
Oh 2015. What a bittersweet year it has been...
At the start of the year, I was living at my Cambridge college. January proved to be one of the toughest months I've ever lived through: a friend of mine suddenly passed away, and as with everyone who knew her, I struggled to come to terms with this. I don't mind admitting that I spent several weeks barely eating or sleeping and drinking far too much.
As painful as it is to lose anyone that you care about, I truly believe that it's much tougher to comprehend the unexpected death of a young person. If there was anything positive about January, it was the closeness and strengthened friendships that came from people coming together to celebrate a life. I think this picture, which was taken as I passed through Pembroke College, is the best symbol of the month that saw a bright light ascend.
Do you recall last week, when I declared how pleased I was that I finished my knitted Christmas gifts early this year?
It didn't last for long.
I love this time of year: the point where Christmas is everywhere, but still sufficiently far away that things haven't gotten too manic. The parties have just started to happen. Christmas cards are arriving. But Christmas is still over two weeks away, and the holiday wind down hasn't begun. For the most part, almost everyone is still stuck within their daily routine and are going about their ordinary business with the odd festive necessity like Christmas shopping slipped in.
It is certainly the case for me. Each and every day, when I am at work, I take a lunch time walk to grab a hot drink or something to eat. Somedays, I'll haul whatever oversized biographical tome I'm reading to sit and read in the window at Pret a Manger. Other days, I'll bring out my knitting project and tuck myself away in a quiet corner or spend my entire lunch hour walking around and attempt to nourish my body with much needed exercise because mine is a desk job.
This week, I decided to mix up my lunch time walks by taking my camera out with me. There were three reasons for this: 1) My knitted Christmas present projects are so far behind that I no longer want to knit at lunch time; b) I have been fairly stressed out and can't concentrate on my usual in-depth book selection and; c) I love the sights and sounds of Christmas.
It’s been nearly two weeks since my last post, which was meant to happen. During the time I’ve been away, my life has changed drastically as I’ve been offered a full time job in Central London. Since then I’ve had to act very quickly to get all the paperwork done, find a place to live down in London and pack up my life possessions to move out of my parents home for good. Although I’ve moved out several times before whilst to-ing and fro-ing from University, this time my move out is permanent and everything feels so much more final as a result. I can safely say that the emotional and physical stress of moving to take up my first ‘real job’ has been utterly draining and that’s why I’ve been unable post for so long.