Tonight is my last night in this beautiful building, and as I look out the window and my glorious city view through the pouring rain… I realize, I have no attachment to this place as my home.  I never did develop a sense of solidity here.  

Its funny.  The more I learn through the teachings of yoga, we are taught to move toward non-attachment in many aspects of our lives, and I find myself being more able to separate from having a hope or desire for outcomes to be a certain way, yet … I almost feel that it is a very odd thing to not be somehow … perhaps, emotionally? … connected to the place where you rest your head at night.  To where you sleep, eat, keep prized possessions, and find sanctuary from the world outside.

Something in me never … bonded with this home.  This apartment truly is beautiful.  And it has this lovely, fantastically cozy bench in the kitchen with a radiator under it, so it is (almost) always warm.  And the view.  (Have I mentioned the view?)  I mean, really.  This is kind of unreal:

And so cozy.

I will miss the vintage golden-yellow of the building that while standing in my kitchen made it almost possible for me to imagine I was standing in Italy…  Almost.  (I think it’s time stop almost imagining, and take a real trip to Italy).

I am excited about my new home.  I somehow feel grounded in that space.  I wanted it two years ago when I first discovered this building, and now I have achieved my home in this wonderful place, where I hope to find some peace and contentment.

with joy and happiness in being where we are…
~Alaina