At Home

December 16, 2011

Well, all in all that dip was short lived. Already I feel grounded in my own life and no longer yearning for the yellow hue of my sister’s home. One day was enough to remind me that I also love my house, my city and friends.

In one day I experienced and appreciated…
Suniti’s yoga class.
My bathtub.
An ex-boyfriend.
Far Park.
A dinner date.
The Rec Center.
My studio.
The future.

I feel alive! Jazzed and fizzy and anticipatory. It is so clear that I am supposed to be here.


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