I am going not to Divorce my Argentinian Lover

It's a beautiful Vancouver day, sunshine all weekend...and lotsa yoga. After two months I finally have my yoga groove back :) I was struggling since moving from Edmonton, the poses felt strange and new, I felt unbalance and unsure of each move...and my legs/hips stiffen with each passing week. After two Yin classes...I finally felt my body melt back into my flow....as I reached for my toes...and rested my head back on my mat. I am home at the Yoga Pod and alittle drunk on Sundays from yoga flow. I know the new teachers have enriched my life more than I can even understand. I wait for the future to fully understand their lessons. I closed my eyes...and saw beach, sunlight and warm topical water. Cayman Islands...by 35 :) So I choose not have a home...or do I crave never belonging..this I am unsure of. I need to find the openness I experienced before I left Edmonton and find balance with being alone and social interactions. Why does the quiet feel so appealing sometimes. I am writing this post from the Blenz coffee shop at Lonsdale and 15th. With a matcha latte by my side. I slip the warm green tea and smile. I feel at home in this neighbourhood which boosts one of the largest Persian population outside of Iran. Exotic teas and tea pots fill small shops. Children chasing soccer balls down lonsdale ave. Yesterday I for lunch I was served two halves of grilled tomato and half an onion. I am still unsure of what to do with the onion :)It made me smile. I find myself at strange place in life...somewhat committed but very much single...and alone. I guess girlfriend is another label for waiting for someone better to come into my life. It's a label I am growing uneasy with. Like Lonsdale ave and I am also mixing the exotic into my own personal life. I don't want to be a girlfriend, I'd rather be a wife.