Honey, there is no right way...

It was only about 7 months ago that I found myself sitting cross-legged on a bamboo floor, wearing what looked like a karate uniform, listening intently to a small, animated woman tell me about my energy. DC got to you, didn't it?! Her words have continually echoed in my memory. DC got to me. This city got to me with a swift ease that was so sly it went almost completely unnoticed until it was entirely too late. Then I was so desperate for a release that I had found myself paying hundreds of dollars to a yogic energy worker to retrain me on how to function in society without feeling so... Lost.

By that point I had only been living in Washington, DC for a few months. At the time, I chalked my feelings up to extreme homesickness and the residual stress from adapting to not only a new job but a new city. Since that time of sitting bare-footed and robed on a bamboo floor, I've been through much harder struggles than simply adapting to a new work environment, and through it all I've chosen to remain.

Now, I've lived in this city for almost a year. In that short (or long?) time I've met some incredible people, many of whom have served as not only friends but mentors. I've had some amazing experiences that I wouldn't trade for the world. I've grown attached to this city (that still gets to me) for that reason. And not only that, but I'm continually seduced by the power and education that this city wields... So what's the problem?

Something has always been missing from my life in DC and I'm getting tired of searching for that puzzle piece. My heart is aching, and even through all the wisdom I've gained I don't know how to comfort myself anymore. So is it time to move on? My mind thinks up a new answer to this question almost everyday. So for once I don't have any advice to offer. I'm the one who needs it.