The blog has been quiet largely because I’ve been moving. My annual trek to New England to summer with my husband (ahh, academic marriage) is, for this year at least, permanent. On a level of my consciousness far beyond my control, I dislike change. Now I’m facing days, and a life, with an entirely different rhythm.
My project now is to find myself a little space to call my own. A little space, with room for my teapot and knitting and current reading project. A little space in this comparatively very large living area where I can start to put down new roots. My tiny, weirdly ugly apartment was my home, in a way that my husband’s much larger, newer, nicer townhouse isn’t quite yet.
I’m hoping to be back more often now that teaching is over and moving is mostly over. My plan for surviving my first winter in New England involves knitting as many colorful hand coverings as possible, a project I’m hoping to document here starting in a few days. I’ve also, as usual, got an ambitious set of dissertation goals that may have me back here, chatting about all things academic. I’m looking forward to it.
