I went to a yoga class this week. I actually went to two because I signed up for a month-long trial at the studio five minutes from my house. Because I thought, I’ll see what all the fuss is about 10 years after my original discovery of the fuss. Tom is a member and he comes back from classes with his mat over his shoulder and colour in his face and I thought, I miss that feeling. The smell of incense and burning Peruvian wood also takes me back viscerally to what I used to feel. Rolling out a mat and lying down to stare at the ceiling whilst spiritual music echoes, waiting for the teacher to start the class takes me back too. But then we are midway through the class, we are at the end of the class, and I just don’t feel it. It must be what it’s like to be in a relationship having fallen out of love. I feel like Carrie yelling at Big in the penultimate episode of SATC. You can drive down this street all you want, because I don’t live here anymore.
Because I don't live here anymore
Because I don't live here anymore
Because I don't live here anymore
I went to a yoga class this week. I actually went to two because I signed up for a month-long trial at the studio five minutes from my house. Because I thought, I’ll see what all the fuss is about 10 years after my original discovery of the fuss. Tom is a member and he comes back from classes with his mat over his shoulder and colour in his face and I thought, I miss that feeling. The smell of incense and burning Peruvian wood also takes me back viscerally to what I used to feel. Rolling out a mat and lying down to stare at the ceiling whilst spiritual music echoes, waiting for the teacher to start the class takes me back too. But then we are midway through the class, we are at the end of the class, and I just don’t feel it. It must be what it’s like to be in a relationship having fallen out of love. I feel like Carrie yelling at Big in the penultimate episode of SATC. You can drive down this street all you want, because I don’t live here anymore.