You all know that Boxing Day is the day after Christmas. But it's felt like boxing day every day for the past two weeks chez Subway Knitter.
And by now chez Subway Knitter is mostly in boxes. Except for the knitting, of course. Today all of this (except for the knitting) will be loaded into a truck.
As one of my friends said after she asked about my packing progress, "You're ready to not be living here anymore." In some ways that's true. My stuff is packed, there's no turning back. I'm relieved, happy, sad, excited, nervous, but ultimately completely convinced that it's time to go.
The knitting, however, is completely thrilled to be exempted from packing duties. Believe me, if I could have knit myself movers, I would have.
I'm glad that I'm not the only one who thinks that Windsor Button is a treasure. Jessica encouraged me to explore the Garment District in Manhattan. You better believe that I will be doing more of that. I wonder how long that sewing machine of mine is going to remain in storage....
And I was intrigued to read that Windsor Button once had other locations besides the Temple Place store. I hadn't imagined it did, but writing that just now, I wonder if the name reflects another location in downtown. I can't think of a Windsor Street (Place, Ave, Lane, etc.) in downtown (and perhaps that's why the shop moved), but Google Maps tells me that there is one near Melnea Cass in Roxbury. It's hard to imagine that a sewing shop ever existed over there. In Dudley Square, perhaps I could see it. That far out of Dudley on what was undoubtedly a residential street...
Anyway, I began this post to write about two knittings bags. Neither of which entered this world to be a knitting bag. But that's how it always is.
First we have the urban girl's carry all. As you know, I'm mere days from becoming the MTA's newest subway knitter. I have this bag courtesy of an anonymous benefactor. Someone knew that I needed this bag before I knew that I needed this bag. Oh sure, I wanted it. But I didn't need it.
Or so I thought. Can I tell you how wonderful this bag is? How perfect it is for subway knitting? Not only can I fit a file or two in the outside pockets, but the inside pocket holds almost a limitless amount of stuff. Feel free to throw in your lunch, waterbottle, knittingandyour tool pouch, because this bag holds it all. I liked this bag so much that I immediately bought one for my sister who, while not a knitter, is a mom. And I'm sure that Miss Kate requires a lot of accessories when she's out and about. Now my sister can carry them all in style.
Second, we have the accidental knitting bag. A little more than a month ago I had a job interview all lined up in NYC (and we all know how *that* turned out). I needed a new bag big enough to hold a file folder and a small knitting project (because after the interview my plan was to make a bee line to the Spiders). It also needed to look somewhat professional. The BI bag above wasn't going to cut it. I found this bag (Tommy H. no less--and it's not emblazoned with logos, although the lining is a bright, very-TH, blue) at Filene's Basement and I thought the half-tied bow thing on the front was very cute.
And what's peaking out of this here bag? Nothing other than a signed P&S on my condo! I accepted an offer two weeks ago today (and a mere eight days post-listing) but I refused to blog about it until I had the signed P&S in my hot little hands. I'm happy that someone likes my little condo as much as I do, and I know that leaving this place behind is the most sensible thing to do (Subway Knitter a long-distance, absentee landlord? I don't think so.)
The Orange Line had a little something special saved up for my last morning commute.
Right across the aisle from me! That Lizard Ridge afghan is looking mighty fine. I know what it says about me when I could immediately identify both the pattern and the yarn in use.
Of course I still have quite a few T journeys to make before I leave Boston, but it's good to know that I'm leaving it in the hands of some very capable subway knitters.
A. The number of stitches in my current WIP.
B. The population of New York City after I move there.
C. The number of things I need to do before I leave.
D. All of the above.
The correct answer is D. Yup! There's no delicate way to put this: I am moving to New York. This is something that I've known about for exactly two weeks. But between needing time to let the reality of what I'm about to do sink in, and the shock wear off [I'm doing what? When?!] and needing time to fill in my bestest knitbuds in person, you all are just hearing about this now.
Needless to say it caught me by surprise, too. The past year has been all about shaking things up. Alert blog readers might have noticed an increase in my trips to New York and a decrease in weekend blog posts. There's a very good reason for that.
Admittedly, then, a move to New York wasn't completely unanticipated, but I definitely didn't expect it to happen when it did (which is to say, now). The timing was prompted by a fantastic job which I was offered earlier in the month. I've known for a while that it was time to find something new career-wise, but I expected the process to be a slow, patient one. I wasn't planning to start (and conclude) a job search within a month--especially one that was New York-based. I know, however, that cool jobs for people like me are few and far. And therefore, I am seizing it.
As Shannon pointed out when she and Jason moved to DC last year, every move has its happy parts and its sad parts. I'm going to be sad to leave Boston. It's been home for eight years. I made friends, connections--a life. But at the same time, moving on is the right thing to do. I have always said that I would move to New York in a second if the right opportunity came along. This is the right opportunity. While the timing is not perfect, the situation nearly is: I have a job, I have time to sell my condo (please oh please send me those positive real-estate vibes), I don't have to swing two places while I do it, and I already have a new place to live. And in spite of the eight million things on my to-do list, I'm excited to be moving to New York, discovering a new place, and starting a new chapter in my life.
The Knitsmiths took it well. True to form, being the good friends that they are, they're disappointed that I'm leaving, but happy for the reasons behind the move. Dana went to far as to tell me that she's very happy for me, but that I suck. Thanks guys! That means a lot. And now, you just have one more reason to visit NYC. Viva Knitsmiths South!
So pretty soon I will be headed to Astoria, Queens. The blog's excited, too. Just think of the subway knitting!