Its funny how such a seemingly small decision can change so much.
On a cold January day, I walked into the local knitting shop. Situated in a cozy red barn out in Watkinsville about 15 minutes from the UGA campus, I have no idea why it took so long to become a solace for me. I would venture in two or three times a year for a splurge I couldn’t afford. An hour later I would wander out feeling anything but thrifty, yet still exceptionally happy. Being a natural fiber snob did not fit into my college budget, and I was perfectly content with my acryl-ick. However, one January day I was feeling bold. I wandered in on a mission. I wanted to teach knitting. I had the skills. I knew I had the ability to teach. I loved all things knitting. I knew I could do it as long as the shop could give me the chance.
I wandered in Main Street Yarns and shopped for a while. Really, I was just working up some courage. I purchased my one skein of Sublime Cashmere Merino Silk and gave my spiel. “I’m a student over at UGA. I want to teach knitting. I have been knitting for 6 years and simply love it. I started and currently run the UGA knitting club, and I just want another way to share my love of the craft.” I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
A few weeks later, I met Lilah, the instructor who I was ‘replacing’ for lack of a better term. In reality, I could never in one million trillion years replace Lilah in any way shape or form. But that is beside the point. I trained and taught with Lilah in a completely booked knitting 101, and I loved every single second of it. I knew I could be good at this. I knew I could bring in money doing something that I loved.
Never did I imagine that I would be teaching knitting classes twice a week. Never did I think that I would be working the floor at a local knitting shop, talking to people about yarns and fibers. Never did I think that I would walk into SAFF and swoon over giant fluffy angora bunnies just because of their fur. Never did I think that I would have such ties established just because of a job, because of a knitting shop.
I am leaving Athens in a month and a half. I am so incredibly excited for the next part of my life: being the wife of Zack Tucker; I’ve found the person whom my soul loves(thanks for the wording, Song of Solomon) However, tears fill my eyes when I think about leaving Athens.
Athens is more than my college town. Sure, I’ve gone to school here, but it is so much more than that. I have my friends from classes and job on campus. I started the UGA Knitwits and love having a life on campus beyond just academics. I will leave UGA with lots of friends, my degree, and a decent GPA. But Athens has become so much more than that. I have a church family made up of friends my age as well as local families- they are all family away from my real family. I have my knitting community- people that I have had in classes, people that are simply acquaintances at Main Street, people who inspire and motivate me. And then I have Grace and Finn, two kids I babysit weekly, kids of the fabulous Lilah actually, kids that have come to mean so much to me. Grace and her spunk and independence and Finn with his climbing everything. I never imagined that walking into Main Street would lead strong ties to Athens. I just liked knitting and yarn.
However, now I am moving over an hour away in a month and a half. I have been blessed with such amazing friendships and families here. I have been touched by so many and learned so much. I’ve never really had to say goodbye to a home. I moved away from home when I came to school, but I always have a place to return- my parents are there, my family is there, I can go anytime I want. But Athens has become a home, and saying goodbye is going to plain suck. But on the positive side, I am going to make the most of the next month and a half. I am going to enjoy my teaching at Main Street and spend my paychecks on wonderful, natural yarn. I am going to snuggle with Grace and Finn and make sure I get all the loud giggles and smiles I can. I am going to enjoy each worship service at Beech Haven and Sunday school class I have left. And I am sure to take you up on a coffee or meal at any local coffee house or restaurant at any chance I get.
