Moving on.

So I've started yoga classes, again. Yep, three years after my last class with Sunil, I've finally moved on and found my inner yogi another home.

To be honest, I'm not quite sure how I feel about it just yet. It's in a quaint neighbourhood not unlike Whatever studio and I'm at ease with the instructor. But like a great love relationship, those surreal Wednesday evenings at Whatever are quite a (seemingly impossible) feat to measure up to, though I can never be sure if I'm looking back through rose-tinted glasses.

But yes, move on I shall. And it really is quite a nice start to the weekend, even if I have to propel/roll myself out of bed to get to class by 9.