Today Mom sent pictures of Millie's house...the little house that we will be calling home for (likely) the next few years.
Such a sweet little house. Millie was a good friend of mine the whole time I lived in E. St. Johnsbury. She is about 55 years my senior, but she treated me like an equal and we whiled many an afternoon away in her living room talking about very important things. I adored her. She lives in a nursing home a few miles from her little house now, so I will be able to visit her and tell her stories about how we spend the days on East Village Road. We're honored to have the opportunity to raise Elinor in this house for these next few very formative years.
A screened-in porch! And there's a deck out back overlooking a huge yard. My mom's house is right across the street, and Millie's wonderful extended family live right next door. I can already feel the embrace of our new little community!
This tree in mom's yard let's us know when the season's have truly changed:
What a thrill that this will be outside our window in the not too distant future! I can hardly let myself believe it's true!
Things here in Portland are challenging. Ashley and I can't seem to say the right thing to each other. We both have very profound feelings about this move -- what's awaiting us and what we're leaving behind. Neither of us are all that good at being neutral about our (strong verging on obnoxious...at least on my part) feelings. It all feels very overwhelming and scary right now.
I had a migraine in the night, and though I did make it to work, I wasn't able to stay long. I gave notice yesterday (more on that later, if I can manage) and cried hysterically throughout the entire thing (and several times after) and that is a surefire way for me to get a raging headache. I felt it coming on again today and just had to call it quits and come home.
I've gotten a little knitting in today. What would I do without knitting? I'm happy it's reappeared in my life in the last few weeks.
Here's the progress on Elinor's garter stitch jacket:
And look! Brooke gave my some gorgeous Noro sock yarn, and I cast n right away to make the same pair of socks she was wearing on her feet:
I love working with this yarn. So Mom? I still want some for my birthday, please and thank you!
Right now I'm going to hide under the quilt some more. So good-bye!