Fleeing the Empty Nest
This week finds me madly preparing to get back on the road again. I’m packing lightly, as the last leg of my trip will be on a tiny Beachcraft plane with limited luggage capabilities: this is a challenge for the woman who routinely travels with a kettle and breakfast cereal, along with the usual class and clothing supplies!
I was just getting used to, and maybe even beginning to enjoy, being at home in my empty nest (it has only been two weeks since the last offspring flapped back to Ontario). I know this is technically my second year of empty-nesting, but I was away so much last year that I never really successfully made the adjustment. And what an adjustment!
I honestly never gave this transition a thought beforehand, but this has been one of the toughest years I’ve had since having the little dears.
I was so busy with life, work and travel, that I never realized that having no children around would make such a significant difference. I’m still trying to work out what exactly is missing (other than the obvious) and it occurs to me that I now need a new hobby! I’m not the same person that went into motherhood, so now I have to find out what I need to make me tick.
I was never a super hands-on mother. They always had to fend for themselves: cleaning their rooms (or not), making their sandwiches for school (once out of elementary school), but their lives certainly were intimately linked with mine and it was a constant juggling act to ensure that everyone had what they needed when they needed it. They were a great diversion and provided necessary balance.
Now I’m finding that I am so unused to having free time, that I feel I should be working all the time (one of the challenges of working from home)! I may take a longish while to find the new normal, but I’m working on it.
I am very glad that I have had the cottage to divert both my nesting energies and DVD frustrations, and I managed to paint the mango coloured walls last week. It really looks great: some might feel that they need sunglasses, but I love it. Bright pink and mango in the living room. WOW.
Knittingwise, I’m in a finishing-up mode at the moment. I really need a year or so dedicated to this effort, but, one project at a time, I’m getting there. I have at last allowed myself to knit for pleasure on my unfinished Cape Spear Blanket (my third one). This one has been kept for years as a ‘knit only when on the road’ project and used as an example in Double-Knitting classes (which are hugely popular currently), but it has reached a size where it requires its own suitcase in which to travel, and I tend to carry fewer samples these days as I can illustrate techniques more effectively from a DVD. So now I’m well on my way to finishing the last third of it and it is the perfect time of year to be doing this: it is cool at night, yet I’m reluctant to put on any heating yet (that would mean admitting for all to see that summer might be over), so this blanket is very cozy on the lap!