The biggest luxury of my new apartment is the air conditioning.  Not the fancy compressor kind. Seattle itself is a swamp cooler, especially on the underground side.  All I brought is the fan.  The whole apartment is a breezy 62° at all times.  Having an entire separate room to sleep in – lap of luxury that I’m in – allows me to keep a permanently warm 75° den for just my bed, my clothes and my cats.  It’s an interesting environmental duality.  Gives me endless choices when it comes to yoga. 

Speaking of yoga.  There’s a studio nearby I’m excited to try out.  It’s time to join the local yoga community and see what happens.  Honestly, it’s one of the aspects of my life I still don’t feel comfortable in.  That’s why I need to get back to class.  There are probably a dozen great places for yoga surrounding me like a solar system.  Getting to one feels like going to a different planet.  I don’t know who I am in this city.  I don’t know how I fit in.  I don’t know why going to a new yoga studio intimidates me more than a job interview.