Thursday, January 8, 2009

Listless

For several months now I have felt...listless. I guess maybe it started when I moved to Chapel Hill over the summer, but before that I was so stressed out by all the wedding planning that its hard to say for sure. I LOVE what I do with The Unique Sheep and if I gave that up I would miss it sorely, so thats not an option. Its my life outside of The Unique Sheep. I love my husband, but he is literally the only person I spend quality time with in this new home of mine. I've never had many friends, but I think I need more than one. More than one that is physically present, that is. I have many friends, but none of them are here. They are in Winston-Salem (my home town), Trinity (Kelly) or New Mexico, or scattered elsewhere. Thats the problem with being in your 20s. Everyone keeps moving around and starting new lives elsewhere.  Its hard to have an in-person relationship that lasts for more than a few years. And though I value my long distance relationships, they aren't the same. So I guess in part, I'm lonely. I don't know how to meet people without the crutches of school or work. 

But its not just the lonliness. I think my biggest problem is my lack of goals. It's January, and so everyone is talking about their goals for the year. I don't have any. I am very happy with the direction The Unique Sheep is going, and so I suppose a goal would be to keep it going in that direction, to keep it growing and fresh. But thats not much of a goal, really. I have other goals for my life, but nothing that I can work towards right now. I desperately want a home that I own with land for animals and gardens and space to breath. But thats not going to be possible for many years. My husband is in his second year of medical school which means that in 2 more years its likely that we will have to move to whichever city hosts the hospital where he is to do his residency. Its possible that we will buy a house then, but even so we will likely only be there for 4 years until his residency is over and its time to look for a more permanent position. And of course we have no idea where his residency will be, or where he will end up after that. He has promised me (and a grant committee) that we will end up in North Carolina, but who knows where, or if we will have to go elsewhere before then. So for now I'm stuck in an apartment that is adequate. I'm able to cram a surprising amount into it, including a dye studio, dog and rabbit. And a tiny bit of living space, on the side. But I always feel claustrophobic and its useless trying to keep it neat and clean. Even after I've spent a weekend cleaning it still looks like a mess because there isn't actually space to put everything away. And it doesn't feel like home to me, so I've never taken the time to decorate. Our lease runs out in May, and I am thinking about trying to find a town house to move into. That might help. But still, it would be a rental. It wouldn't be mine, and to me that matters. 

I know that real estate is almost worthless now a days, but I guess I'm from a generation that still believed that the only thing with real, physical value was land. A place that was owned, not just financially (though thats important), but owned by your soul, as well. A place that you can change and make your own. Where if you want to paint murals on the walls or tear down the walls, you can. Land that will provide you with plants to eat and air to breath. A place where you can create and grow. 

On most days I am able to accept that I can't have everything I want immediately, and that some things require patience. But I am also afraid that if I learn patience too well I'll be waiting all my life. 

4 comments:

Chelsea the Yarngeek said...

Being alone, away from family is the worst. I'm lucky because I have good family support, but my best friend moved to Louisiana last year. It's been very tough making some new friends, especially around my age group. I hope you find a little comfort in us "virtual" buddies. :)

Knit Picky said...

Laura Belle...hang in there! Life changes so fast. Trust me on this. Words of wisdom from an older perspective. :)

Try very hard to enjoy your journey. Live in the moment. It is hard to do but you must.

What about coming for Knit Night every week?!! Or every other week! You'd sure make us happy. We miss you, too.
Jo

raena said...

Hi! I stumbled upon your blog from the Knit Picky website, and as I was reading I just felt like I should leave you a comment. I'm a beginning knitter; I'm making my way through a book to teach myself how to knit. But I've quickly discovered that I love yarn. :)

Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I know how you feel. I live in Winston-Salem, where my husband is a third-year medical student, and we're renting a small house. We're hoping to move somewhere out west for his residency but eventually move back to NC and buy a house. After graduation, my college friends moved away. I must say, though, owning your own yarn shop sounds more exciting than teaching high schoolers, which is what I do! :)

So this is all to say that I get where you're coming from. I'm really just looking forward to moving and having new experiences and being one step further along in life. But for now, knitting's been a nice change of pace from a normal routine of teaching, cooking, and cleaning. :)

ann saylor said...

Laura. This is a great time to invest in realestate. Why don't you look into buying a house on some land in the area that you want to ultimately live in. You could rent it out until you move back. There are some incentive programs for 1st time home buyers and I think in NC rental income up to $25,000 is tax free. Check with an accountant. I'm sure there are some good deals including foreclosures unfortunately.

In general, I think women need connection more. It keeps us grounded and reassured. My GG aunt Sallie Southall Cotten who was instrumental in founding the Womens Club of NC, did so because she was isolated in the country and felt she would grow "narrow" if she did not continue to be involved and have connections with others. It is a universal need for connection.

I think we will all feel better when spring arrives and we can get out of the "cabin" more.

Ann Saylor