I originally started knitting because I thought it would make me feel more productive at the end of a long night of watching TV. If you know me, you know I’m a homebody. I like being home. I used to prefer being home to being almost anywhere else- I would rather throw a party than go to one. Of course, this has changed a bit since having a little lady bug since I want her to experience more of the world than just our living room. But I digress. I found myself spending lots of time alone, especially in Shanghai for some reason, watching a lot of TV. And I felt like a big lump at the end of the night- I hadn’t done anything, hadn’t learned anything. So I learned to knit. That way, once I got good at it, I could watch TV and still have PRODUCED something by bedtime. Alone time was even more awesome because I felt like I was accomplishing something.
Lately though, knitting has become a quiet-time activity for me. I find myself constantly assaulted by noise from everywhere. Right now, as a matter of fact, I have the radio playing to cover the teacher on one side of me who is blasting her music and to cover the teacher on the other side of me who lets his kids run wild and then just yells at them for thirty minutes. When I get home, the TV will probably be on and now, during football season, it’s the TV and the computer, running some game or another.
And what I really want is to sit somewhere and to not hear anything. To be able to think and process what I’m thinking. Or not think at all. To just sit in silence. For a little bit. Is that so much to ask?