I’ve recently been on a ‘finishing’ binge. I’ve finished some long-term crochet projects: the beaded scarf that would not die, as well as two 5 1/2 hour afghans for gifts. (I don’t know who crocheted them in 5 1/2 hours, but that’s something I would like to see!)
I’ve also found myself cleaning closets, donating things I don’t need, and generally tying up loose ends.
After moving five times in five years, am I really programmed to hit the reset button after a year in a given house? I’ve been in my current place for 15 months and am staying for a while, so far as I know. It’s either that, or I’m making room for something new in my life.