I haven't updated you on my new life in new york city as of late. I haven't because I don't know how to put it into words. Nothing solid, nothing concrete has been formed in order to be described. The future is bright and I keep moving forward, but I don't know where it's all leading and I guess that scares and excites me a bit. I don't have a clear path that I am following. I'm just following my instincts and the things I love, wherever they may lead me.
I go about the city doing errands, but I don't feel like I belong. I felt more at home here when I was a visitor than I do living here. It doesn't feel natural yet. I haven't found the right rhythm to fall into. The one time I did feel at ease was when I started yoga again. Learning to breath and ground my body was like learning how to ride a bike again. Eventually I fell into it and for a moment I felt comfortable in my own skin.