Happy New Year!
I can say this, right? It's still January. I was about to write, "Where did the rest of 2014 go?" But I know exactly where it went and why I've been MIA on my BLOG for so long.
Last August, when (a very part-time) Oliver Rabbit was barely a year old and lagging far behind my dreams for its success, I took a two week, stay-at-home, "sewcation." I had fifteen days to focus on what I truly love to do - create and sew. It was one of the best vacations I've ever taken. Upon returning to work, though, I felt disconnected and sad. There was no longer any doubt I needed to re-channel my energy and make significant changes in order to be happy. While I enjoyed many aspects of my "day" job, there was just too much missing. A move was to be in the cards as well: I had never really connected with my community after leaving Manhattan.
That was it. I made a plan. Well, a decision actually; I didn't have a "plan" per se. I just started "doing" and believed it would all come together. My only fear was that I had none. I set a date. December 20th come hell or high water. I started packing. After all, I was moving to somewhere. I sewed like a maniac for last minute holiday shows. Moving isn't cheap. I researched coastal New England communities. Wanted a village, the ocean and snowy winters. I scoured Craigslist for a new home. Must be single dwelling with designated sewing room and my own washer/dryer. I told my closest friends and family and gave my notice at work. It was a genuine roller coaster of exhausting and exciting activity.
Four days before Christmas, with help from Laura and Jonathan, I moved from New York to mid-coast Maine. We stretched a happy holiday over many days amidst the boxes. Montana and Bailey came to visit. We ate and drank, shared stories and were merry. It was all very lovely.
So here I sit, in a cozy old farmhouse. My sewing room is sunny and I've found my needles. I have a washer/dryer and the pipes have frozen only once so far. It's cold, snowy, quiet and beautiful. The ocean and its harbors are near. I can walk to the village for hot chowder and have made new friends.
Maine was home for many years before I moved to New York City in 2002. It's good to be back. I am happy and excited for what's to come. This is just the beginning.