I just finished up an incredibly enriching weekend, and although I had to do a bunch of stressful strategizing and driving, it made me appreciate again the cultural treasures of my current city as well as the solo time I have to pursue them. I seem, thankfully, to have snapped back from the flare of insecurity the reunion spurred in me.
Looking back on my vacation/reunion week, one of the things I enjoyed most was finding yoga classes I could join during my time in that small city. The teachers and students were all welcoming and after class I was able to converse with people in a real way about my life and theirs. It saved me from getting lonely on the trip.
I was reminded of this while I was out today because I caught this trailer at an event, and as corny as this sounds, it brought tears to my eyes: