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Found, Found, Found!

Okay, the title comes from a Morrissey song which, yeah, has nothing to do with what I’m going to talk about. But I did find, find, find a new apartment. Not only that, after much strife, I’ve paid all my dues and am moving in. This is great and sort of sad. 

Moving out of my last apartment, while a massive drag, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, it was home for over two years but it wasn’t like I was leaving everything behind. It’s just funny how much history is there. While living there, I attended two schools, had two jobs, adopted a cat and a rabbit and saw the end of two adopted mice. It saw all three of my boyfriends, including my first breakup and my first engagement. I learned a whole slew of new things, cooked things I didn’t think I was capable of, learned how to knit, kept two blogs, and found that I really liked regular showers after all. 

Then I graduated. It was the end of a long LONG chapter of my life. It wrapped it all up in a college package and allowed me to move out easily with little emotional pain. Then I crashed at Turko’s place for the last several months. This new apartment is smaller (1 bedroom, 1 bathroom) in a crappier part of town. But it has beautiful high ceilings, all the amenities I could wish for, some I didn’t even know I wanted, and it has the fresh potential smell. I’m looking forward to moving in, starting over, and starting a business (more than you ever want to know later). I’m hoping to get a job and start the next chapter there. 

It gets a tad more complicated though. Living with Turko was unexpected, but it turned out to be the greatest thing. Now, despite the fact that he’ll practically be living with me, it FEELS like moving out. Taking a step back if you will. It’s weird and unexpectedly painful. However, the pain of still not having a job and feeling like a failure as an adult helps me to look at this more on the bright side. New place. New hope. 

The main furniture move will be tomorrow. Soon after, I’ll finally have my cats back with the rabbit. It’ll be the most painful part of the move. Wish me luck. I’ll let you know how it goes. 

1. Motivations, 2. Say goodbye to winter 2

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Valdosta, GA

Valdosta. Located about 20 miles North of the Florida border, it is one of the largest towns in the whole of South Georgia. Conveniently located within driving distance to Macon, Tallahasee, Jacksonville, and Gainsville, and nestled along I-75, you can reach pretty much anything you desire here. It is one of the fastest growing cities in the country with a city population of about 50,000 people, including a military base, two colleges, two hospitals, and numerous K-12 schools.

In other words, I’ve been forced to call this town home for almost 3 years now and I’m going to burn it down if I have to take this anymore. Before Valdosta, I lived in Tifton – a small town about an hour north of here. On weedends, or really any time I needed to get the hell out and do something, I would drive to Valdosta. Within a week of moving here, I came to the rather disheartening conclusion that I’d already seen everything worth seeing.

Problem: I sometimes feel so trapped and sick of being here that I want to throw bricks at babies.

Solution: I am going to find out everything about this town. I am going to be a Valdosta expert. I will look with new eyes at my surroundings and really SEE it for the first time. I will know this town inside and out and find everything worth staying for in South Georgia. And I’m going to make you read all about it.

Super sorry.

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Knitting Inspiration

Where does inspiration come from? Are we programmed to think we are awesome in our heads or do we just have little inspiration fairies that jab us in the ass and tell us how stupid we were to not have done this great thing before?

I’m one of those annoying people who always has a few notebooks laying around constantly being filled with Awesome. That’s what I like to think, don’t fuck with my bubble. However, I am fully aware that most of these ideas will never see the light of disastrous results. Like most great, awesome, life-changing ideas, they don’t come out quite like they did on paper. Still, I’m compelled to push myself into projects that end up laying there while I get sucked into something totally different.

I was reading the Crazy Aunt Purl blog a few days ago when Laurie commented that there were two different types of knitters: those who love to constantly challenge themselves and those that love a good mindless, comfy knit. Why must I always be between the two? I’ve got nearly a dozen projects on the needles (actually, I’ll be adding another one tonight (It’s an Awesome idea)) and that means two things.

1. I’m a super ADD knitter.
2. Since I like to be challenged with half of my projects and just play with the other half, I will never finish anything.
3. I need medication.

Now moving on. I am a highly visual person. Everything I see can be translated into a project. This would totally be useful if I was a) talented or b) determined. Since I’m usually neither of those things, all those notebooks (filled with Awesome) taunt me everyday. Currently, they are being filled with big knits. As in super sized yarn and dildo sized needles. I’ve started to see the inherent beauty of a simple pattern done big enough to see from space.

I’ve also started a project (three days ago and please shoot me) that is as simple and pared down as I can make it. Why? Novelty yarn. I can’t help myself and keep buying it and falling for more and then groaning when I want to make a sophisticated… anything and realize I don’t have any solid colors under the pile of fun fur and those poofy balls on string. Another thing I’m learning is that sometimes, and I feel retarded even saying this, you have to let the yarn speak for itself. The yarn that’s yelling at me right now is Yarn Bee Special Effects. I do love it so. My hope is that it will show to the best of its ability with a simple pattern that will both play it up and tone it down. I realize that doesn’t make any sense. Well unless you’re me and I actively try to restrain myself from the awful acts of speech and thought.

You’d think that you’d get to see these projects up soon. See, I’ve got a bit of time on my hands (grumbleunemployedgrumble) and have been knitting up a storm in front of 6 seasons of Buffy. However, due to lack of foresight and previously mentioned determination, I can’t seem to keep my hands on one project long enough to put a dent in any. Such is the life of an artist. Is this a cry for help?

Where does your inspiration come from and how do you get it to shut up?

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