Our neighbor invited me to a meeting of her knitting club a couple Tuesdays ago. She had it at her house and warned me that it was just a bunch of old ladies but if I wanted to come I was welcome. I was totally excited to go. I hadn’t knitted since I was 17 but since then I had picked up crochet. I love making things and I was really looking forward to hanging out with other women.
It was just getting dark as I eagerly climbed the small hill to her house. I practically floated up there! There was a large circle of ladies drinking wine. I smiled knowing the night would be everything I hoped for.
I met about 12 new people. Everyone asked me what the sticks were for in my yard. (There’s really only one road and most of them had been driving by my house for months.) I told them it was my duckie fence.
The evening was filled with laughter. By the end of it I had learned a new word, was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome and had knitted a small swatch. All my neighbors gave me a hug as they left and welcomed me to their community. I was elated. It felt like I had been a loose thread that had just been picked up and knitted in. I hadn’t even realized that I had been missing that connection.