I haven’t gotten much knitting done this week. My sister and her husband (still newlyweds, aw…) have been in town and we have been busy! A while back I lived in Jersey City, NJ and went to school and work in NYC. My sister visited me a couple of times there, and loves going into the city. So you can imagine her excitement at bringing her husband, a man who has never been to the east coast, to The City of all cities.
We had a great time visiting all the top tourist sites: Empire State Building, Times Square, Central Park and its zoo (my sis’s must see: the penguin feeding at 2:30; my must see: the mouse deer. I think it’s cute, she insists it’s terrifying. You decide.). They had also wanted to do the Liberty Island/Ellis Island tour, but the lines were ridiculously long, admission ridiculously steep. Instead, I took them on the Staten Island ferry, which is free and cruises right by both sights, providing stellar views of Manhattan. We ate hot dogs and nuts from street vendors, bought tacky 10 for $10 souveneirs and walked miles over the course of two days. It was a blast.
I love showing off this city to anyone who wants to see it. This is the city that helped me grow into the woman that I am today. I made major life decisions there, had a million challenging and interesting experiences, and ultimately left to regain what I realized was truly important to me. Surviving there made me realize how truly strong, capable, and adventurous I really am. Going back reminds me of the sense of optimism and hope I had at that time, and helps me recall that anything is possible. I think we all need those moments in our lives, something that snaps us out of the daily doldrums and says “Hey! This is what life’s all about, you idiot!”
I have been feeling pretty tender and pessimistic lately, having recently suffered an unimaginable and intensely personal loss. Going back to New York helped me to reconnect with the person I was before these struggles began: confident, optimistic, and excited about the future. Knitting has helped a great deal as well. When I knit, my mind is quiet and I am able to reconnect with the simple joys of life in much the same way I do when I revisit places and times from my past that made me happy. Life is big and great and messy and beautiful, and all we have is this moment. Do what you love with your moments whenever possible, and the rest will get easier in time.
Anyway…here’s a knitting photo of my current sock in progress for your viewing pleasure. I’ll save the details for later!