Gemotions

The package was addressed to "Ms. Eleanor Vance," the same name as the last one. She picked it up, a smile spreading across her face. The new apartment, with its slightly outdated kitchen and its creaky floors, finally started to feel like a home.

She carried it inside and placed it carefully on the kitchen table. Her skin tingled.

The package contained a collection of knitting needles and colorful yarn. She sat in the sunlight and pictured the things she would make. The possibilities were endless.