I admire the minimalist life, though I’ve never managed to practice it myself. I’m an accumulator, always surrounded by lots of books, lots of clothes, lots of yarn. I’ve just started renting a room in a city an hour south of my home, as a concession to the fact that most of the new clients I’ve been attracting live in the Silicon Valley area. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I was spending 12-15 hours a week on a nasty congested highway, and that just wasn’t OK with me. So now I am settled into a room in a friend’s house, along with about a tenth of my wardrobe, some fraction of one percent of my book collection, three knitting projects, a hard copy of the novel I’m revising – and not much else. I almost feel as if I’m in hiding here. I haven’t even told Jill yet (hi, Jill – I moved to San Jose, sort of!). I still expect to spend 1-3 days per week at home, helping my dad with errands as needed and slowly organizing and culling the piles of stuff I have accumulated there. Don’t expect me to start “sparking joy” any time soon – but for now I’m enjoying this rather Spartan but well-lit desk surface, with my still-not-bound-off Game of Thrones cowl and with The Castle Cross the Magnet Carter, which I promise I will finish by next Wednesday. Is it a coincidence that my move into Spartan quarters coincides with the fact that I am finally reading just one book at a time? I doubt it.

Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.