So far, it has been an awesome experience. I am really happy with our new place and location. We have been slowly unpacking and picking out things to fill the open spaces. It's been exciting for me to see him everyday. To make plans for the next day rather than a month from now. To do all the mundane things that people take for granted like cooking dinner and grocery shopping together. My new work environment is great, also. I feel like it's going to be a good fit once all of my training is done. I now live less than two hours away from my hometown so I am closer to my friends and family (although I miss you like crazy, SoCal fam!). Also can't be mad about being 20 miles from San Francisco. I am so grateful for all of it.
Not that it hasn't come with little challenges. I've mentioned before I am a creature of habit, so this giant shift has me really out of whack. We have yet to establish a routine and I'm looking forward to the day all the boxes are out of the living room. Half of my stuff is still in San Diego, I'm anxious to get it all here. My work has me traveling to different offices, including some without parking, so I've had to use BART. For a girl who has rarely ever used public transportation, I thought it would be pretty cool. The novelty quickly wore off after missing trains, running in moments before the doors close and being squished by all the crowds on them. Not to mention the über rude people I've encountered. I'm a slave to my GPS, I have yet to get my bearings in my surroundings. We've been consistently busy with friends and family. It's nice to be so close to my hometown, and there are close friends chomping at the bit to either come visit or have me visit. As much as I want to see everyone and make everyone happy, I am so effing exhausted. I haven't had time to even enjoy our new place. This transition has been taxing physically, financially and emotionally. However, I wouldn't change it for the world. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Not that it hasn't come with little challenges. I've mentioned before I am a creature of habit, so this giant shift has me really out of whack. We have yet to establish a routine and I'm looking forward to the day all the boxes are out of the living room. Half of my stuff is still in San Diego, I'm anxious to get it all here. My work has me traveling to different offices, including some without parking, so I've had to use BART. For a girl who has rarely ever used public transportation, I thought it would be pretty cool. The novelty quickly wore off after missing trains, running in moments before the doors close and being squished by all the crowds on them. Not to mention the über rude people I've encountered. I'm a slave to my GPS, I have yet to get my bearings in my surroundings. We've been consistently busy with friends and family. It's nice to be so close to my hometown, and there are close friends chomping at the bit to either come visit or have me visit. As much as I want to see everyone and make everyone happy, I am so effing exhausted. I haven't had time to even enjoy our new place. This transition has been taxing physically, financially and emotionally. However, I wouldn't change it for the world. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
This move, however, has had a big impact on my yoga practice. Going from yoga 6 days a week to one is taking a toll on my body (and sanity). I don't want to lose the strength and stamina I've gained through yoga. I don't have a gym here or made time to work out either. I am starting to feel the laziness take over. I haven't had much time to look for a new studio and I haven't committed the time to home practice. Again, I know this is all part of the process and it will take a while to find a rhythm.
Today is International Yoga Day so it's not a bad day to commit to myself and my practice again. I'm ready to feel settled in.
(First handstand at our new place!)
