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.