I returned home from my cabin a little less than a week ago and I, of course, can't help but show you all some pictures of the sunrises which I had the pleasure of watching every morning.
Honestly, nothing is more peaceful to me than sitting alone in the morning watching a sunrise. I could do it all day long (if only... but then maybe it wouldn't be as special).
Every morning I would sneak out of my cabin before anyone else was awake to watch the sun come up behind the trees and listen to the birds begin their morning.
In fact, I would set up my own little stakeout on the deck with everything I needed for my morning.
Just me and the outside world. A stack of bird books within arm's reach, a pair of binoculars, my camera, and a towel to dry off in case I chose to go for an early morning dip.
I really do miss that place when I'm not there.
Though you may have noticed that I didn't have any knitting with me in the mornings, I did find time during the evenings to work on my Aeolian shawl a little more and wouldn'tchaknowit, I finished!
It still (obviously) needs to be blocked, but I'm going to wait until I get to Pittsburgh to do that.
It seems like it would be a good project to christen my new apartment with.
Speaking of my new apartment... I'm moving on Wednesday. And yes, I am overcome by a wave of stress every time I think of this. Moving to an apartment in itself shouldn't be a stressful event, but the composite effect of several events occurring at the same time is quite overwhelming.
- First of all, did you know I've never lived in an apartment before? For undergrad I was required to live in the dorms for all four years, so I have never experienced the wonders of paying rent.
- I am moving to a new city on the other side of the country - a city in which I know absolutely nobody
- Top it off with a large amount of stress about preparing for grad school
- Then add the cherry of the fact that I have an audition a week after I arrive and my clarinet has gone untouched for the past few months. And let me tell you, I may mentally know how to play, but the physicality is gone. Sadly, this is not one of those times when the "riding a bike" analogy can be used. The muscle memory in my fingers is fine, but the muscle development in my embouchure is gone, and that can only be fixed with careful practice.
Also, my landlord seems to think that I owe him rent beginning from July 15, which is something he never stated until today, I have not yet signed a lease, I wasn't even in the country (let alone this half of the globe) on July 15, and my early correspondences with him state that I was looking for an apartment beginning on August 1st. I kind of wish everything weren't happening all at once, you know?
Anyway, I'm done complaining for the day. Look what was in our yard a couple of days ago?
It's a baby squirrel!!!! And also adorable. It fell out of its nest in the maple tree in our front yard and cried and cried and cried until we picked it up.
It was such a precious little thing, its eyes not yet open and its body nearly naked sans its cute little whiskers and a bit of peach fuzz on its head. Those cute little ears and tiny claws were so endearing, I didn't want to return it to its family, but we all know that mother knows best and it was back to the tree for this little fellow. What a cute little guy.