Tomorrow is The Day
Oh, Box of Awesome, how well I knew thee. We have been boon companions lo these many months and while your presence has often filled me with anxiety and fears, deep in my heart, that I could never produce enough woolens to properly satisfy your profound emptiness, I'll miss our good times: the long, winter days before I found employment when only the pull of a long and complex list of patterns got me out of the bed in the morning, my horrifying discovery that you had been sharing your shadowed embrace with another resident of this apartment (who is furred and shall remain nameless), and, of course, that fateful and glorious day when I realized that your depth was adjustable.
I'll miss you, Box of Awesome. Although our time together, in the grand scheme of things, has been both brief and shockingly one-sided and although I'm not certain what exactly that strange oblong stain is on your top, you were all that a person could want from a Box of Awesome. And now you're heading out into the world, performing the task you were born to do - transport tons of wool to a child south of the Mason-Dixon line even though he probably won't need it except for two weeks in January. Or maybe when he visits his crazy Auntie Knit Princess.
Goodbye, Box of Awesome. And as I hand you to the Postal Employee to be whisked away on the first leg of your long journey, I'll be thinking just one thing:
"Holy crap, I have more baby knitting to do?!?"