How to Stay Closer to Home

I captured a bunch of photos of my new booth space. This is the closest you will ever get to me doing a "selfie"!
I captured a bunch of photos of my new booth space. This is the closest you will ever get to me doing a “selfie”!

I’m Back!

I’ve been incommunicado for a few weeks. I made a major decision to cut back my weekly driving and remain closer to home. More about that as this story unfolds.

My Self-imposed Grind

For a couple years I have had shop space in the lovely little town of Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire. For the past year, I have been keeping space in two shops. My most recent space was at Covey House. Clare has a beautiful shop on the Town Common, and her husband has just opened a cute little cafe within the shop.

Meanwhile, I had acquired space in 101 Treasures in Wilton, NH. Now I was driving to the farm two days a week, one day to Fitzwilliam, and another to Wilton. My hobby was becoming a chore. I was on the road four days a week.

From Suzanne’s Cottage (home), the farm is a one hour drive to the East. Fitzwilliam is a one hour drive in a Northwesterly direction, and Wilton is an hour North. And since I know you will ask, Fitzwilliam is about 45 minutes from Wilton.

The grind of this schedule has weighed heavily on me for the past couple months. Though I plan on leaving the farm this summer, I knew my schedule needed to cut back sooner.

My Solution: Consolidate – Closer to Home

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to expand my footprint at 101 Treasures. So I made the difficult decision to leave Covey House and consolidate both shops into a single, larger space. By so doing, I saved a day of driving every week.

This made sense for scheduling, driving and economics. But leaving friends is difficult and creates a stress of it’s own. I’ll miss Clare and the Covey House gang (though I will still drop by to shop and visit, but not every week).

In the meantime, I have been warmly welcomed by Donna, at 101 Treasures. I look forward to establishing myself in my new location, closer to home.

When I mentioned this title to Charles, he started singing an old Grand Funk Railroad tune. He’s been singing this all week. I swear he’s gonna drive me nuts.

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