A lot has transpired since I took the time out to write. I am not sure where to begin. I have moved to a new apartment this past month and it feels pretty good so far. Do you realize that I have been a shelf dweller for over 15 years of my life? Shelf dwelling is essential apartment living. And not that there is anything wrong with apartment living outside of the occasional nuisance of upstairs or downstairs noise but there is something about being grounded with my feet touching the earth that soothes me.

The last place I lived in was a 4^th floor walk up. Now that was great for my glutes and I have the compliments to prove it. Of course genetics come into play there too. I lived in that complex for nearly 5 years and developed some nice community friendships and relations while I was there. One even had the workings of a great porno with a FedEx driver that lived in the next building. He always delivered right on time for me. But alas that is over and done. The anonymity of a large corporate complex is no longer my experience. My comings and goings are no longer masked by the large parking lot and wide open breezeways with little accountable to each resident.

Today I live in a fabulous in-law suite or ground-level apartment in a beautiful home in Ansley Park. When I pull into the driveway I walk directly into my home with only one step to manage. I walk on the earth now without several layers of shelved concrete, building materials and other people’s energy and lives intermingling with the good nature of my connection to mother earth. There is no fear of falling off the balcony as I no longer have one and the heat from Atlanta sunshine is now masked by majestic trees surrounding the house. This is a good place for me. I realize that I need to start cycling and keeping up with my work outs because I do not want to test my genetics; without all those stairs to climb my glutes might need some extra attention.