There's No Place Like Home.

I tell you what, hauling an almost-two-year-old around Manhattan (and Brooklyn, which, by the way, is a lot cleaner than Harlem) while six months pregnant is really exhausting. It's great to not be at a hotel though--we're staying with my brother instead. I bought some beautiful self-striping Lorna's Laces at Purl that's dyed exclusively for them (which is why I had to buy it, overpriced as their entire stock is to me, the small-town girl). Other than that, I haven't made any of the yarn store treks that I had planned on (see above regarding the almost-two-year-old). What's great is having a vacation with my husband. We've seen and done some amazing and crazy stuff, and I've knit a pair of mittens for El Cielo The Toddler entirely while riding the subway. It made me realize how much knitting time I waste driving around and sitting at stoplights in traffic. I've also realized yet again that as much as I love to travel, I love going home even more, especially when my children, family, and friends are there. But that's what makes it home in the first place. I miss all'a ya'll. See you soon.