I was also going through an odd transition. I’d quit my job in L.A. to move to San Francisco. I didn’t actively look for another job because a) I figured I was going to be a mother really soon, and b) Venkat kept talking about transferring his job to India. It was going to happen in the next couple weeks! Next month! So what was the point of putting down roots here? I was fine with moving to India and having a baby there.
Finding myself yet again in a new city where I didn’t know anyone, not having a job as an anchor, redrawing identity, meant there were long days of solitude. I’d been a passionate environmental advocate—now all the things that had roused me seemed not irrelevant, but just not . . . mine. I felt anxious and unsettled most of the time and put it down to figuring out, yet again, a new life.
I signed up for a six-month yoga teacher training program. If we had to move before that, it wouldn’t be a big deal. The experience was intense. My body was easily exhausted, though I was beginning to experience pain-free days. Sometimes two or three in a row. It was strange to move through the world that way. I could see how one could accomplish much more than I had. I was developing a whole new awareness of my body and its abilities.
Which naturally brought me back to the bedroom.
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