While I'd like to say that my month back home was relaxing or nostalgic, it was more along the lines of suffocating and tragic as my mind was eaten away by boredom. Not to say that I didn't have bouts of fun (I had a nice time with friends, family, and my dog), but I never felt truly comfortable; I felt as if I could no longer claim that place as my home. Being back in the city for two weeks has already had an immense positive effect on me. I love waking up knowing that there's a new infinity for me to explore and that I have absolutely no limitations on what I can do. Which isn't to say that I have gone /crazy/, but I like that I have the option in my back pocket for those terribly insane moments in life. What I have done so far includes eating horrendously overpriced ice cream, reading Murakami in both bustling and silent parks, lugging my camera to every nook and cranny of museums, cooking (and sometimes burning) feasts using just one pan, interning 9-5 three days a week with all sorts of characters and personalities, drinking kombucha tea on a fire escape with friends, dragging myself to sample sales while being sick to the stomach, and most recently, revitalizing myself with an intense one hour yoga class. That yoga class was perhaps the most relieving experience I had over the past two weeks, actually scratch that, over the past couple months. Contorting my body into positions it isn't usually accustomed to in the heat of the New York City summer as well as the bodies next to me, expelling all of the air in my lungs, then inhaling all of that buzzing energy in the room, and exhaling it all again while the entire room choruses with sounds of relief was...magical. I know that sounds odd or cliched, but it really was beautiful. I drained myself of every restricting thought and emotion and replenished myself with the trust and confidence of my own being. Sometimes all you need to feel better about yourself, your day, and your life are a couple of deep inhales and exhales. |
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