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The end of the list

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I’ve been looking forward to some time off because I keep thinking I need to “sort things out”. What I need to sort out, I’m not so sure.

I feel itchy, dissatisfied… my mind keeps casting itself to the corners and storage places. The boxes under our bed, the clothes in the corner, the disorganised scraps of paper where I keep ideas for things I want to write or make. I crave focus, clarity. But I know from experience that taking bags to the charity shop won’t bring me that. Or at least, it will bring peace but only for a day or two. Then I will want to move on to the next thing: which area of my life shall I organise now? I will go through my archived mail, labelling and colour coding emails that I might one day need, deleting those that I won’t. And again, I will feel peace. Until I won’t.
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I spent 5 months without a home and became an adult

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In March 2013 I sold most of my stuff, loaded the rest into my car and got ready to live out of suitcase while I figured out what to do with my life. I spent the next few months extracting myself from what, with hindsight, was an emotionally abusive relationship. I had my first “summer fling”, pierced my nose, and drank more alcohol than I probably had in the previous two years combined.
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What do socks have to do with comfort zones?

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I went to a sock making workshop in November. I found it quite challenging – I hadn’t knitted in a few years and never in a round – but ultimately rewarding. I skipped home to show off my tiny demo sock and immediately spent too much money ordering sock yarn on the internet. I’m going to make so many socks! In so many different colours! Knitting socks is going to be my thing!
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