I had a wonderful time out west, found something for my yarn swap partner, walked miles and miles, knitted several miles, drank gallons of fancy coffee, bought a book of lace knitting patterns, and bonded anew with my daughter. We even got matching mother-daughter tattoos!
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Many Happy Returns 
You came all the way “out West” and didn’t stop in SF? *Sniff*
Next time!
Well, all righty, then. As for the yarn habit differences, roll with it. You’re just a creative person awash with ideas and need to keep the yarn churning to keep you chugging. Like me. And other yarn addicts.