Stateside

Five days before departing to Manchester; or as D like's to say, "we're moving north of London".

This morning my passport with my brand new UK visa arrived. What a freakin' pain that process was. I won't to go into details, however I will say that the LA Consulate sucks.

Okay, so I'm starting this blog as I want to document and share, with at least a few of you, this adventure I'm taking over to the UK. First off though, I need to make something very clear - I'm not a writer. So don't be expecting any great prose from me. I do love to talk and so my writing seems to be more of running monologue of my thoughts.

Tonight I took my last led primary class (ashtanga yoga) with J. I'm seriously going to miss him and this class in particular. Doing a simple led class on Friday evening brings nice closure to whatever kind of week I've had. It's the only day that I practice in the evening. Which means I get to enjoy that little extra bit of flexibility that happens when practicing at 6:30pm and not 6am. Plus it gives me a jolt of energy for a Friday night - it's those backbends at the end of class.

Enough of yoga talk.

My aim for my remaining days in PDX is not to be thinking 'my last this' or 'last that'; too emotionally draining. Rather I'm just going to stay in the moment - or at least try. Tomorrow morning will be my last farmer's market.