Washington, D.C. / by Anthony Carpinelli

A quintessential angle of the Washington Mall.

A quintessential angle of the Washington Mall.

     I find myself having a very human moment. I am on my best friend's couch, trying to sleep. A best friend who now lives 4,000 miles or so away on the other seaboard. I just days ago finished my 300 hour combination vinyasa and hatha yoga teacher training program, and am still semi feeling the hurt of my hernia surgery. It's been an interesting time in my life to say the least. I didn't think this trip was going to happen, work once again let me know at the last minute that I didn't have to work on Black Friday, so I jumped on the world's most expensive flight to spend a long weekend with my best friend.

     D.C. is a place that holds a lot of impact for me personally and professionally. I always try to have a "second city" when I live somewhere. In Greenville, SC I had both Charleston and Asheville, NC. When I use the term second city, I just mean a place that I can fairly quickly get to from home that also kind of feels like home. D.C. was that city for me. I've been there countless times for personal and professional reasons.

     There was one trip in college with a good friend at the time that brought a lot of staples into my life. We went for the Cherry Blossom festival. I wasn't aware of what that was, but she was driving and it seemed like something I could get a picture or two of. That trip taught me a lot Japanese culture, and got me one of my favorite pictures. It also marked the end of my film shooting days, and I sometimes I credit it with my wanderlust.

     I wouldn't go back to D.C. for years after that. I got busy with other cities. NYC. Austin, Portland, etc. But years later I made it back in Grad school with the college basketball team. Here I was with honed photos skills and better equipment in a place that had a profound effect on me.

     Then, I was back with better skills, less equipment. Then, better skills and better equipment. The moral of the story is that D.C. seems to be a place I come back to more than any other and I guess I use it as a benchmark for life.

     This has been an interesting time in my life. Teacher Training caused me to take a few steps back and just reflect on my life. It sounds stupid, but I never think much about the past. I tend to see it as just something that happened, and thinking about it won't change anything. I sit here in a city that I have an on and off relationship with, one that I consider a benchmark for my self growth and my thought pattern changes.

     I miss my adopted city and my adopted yoga family, but I know when I go home I'll miss my D.C. life. I'm thankful for everyone I have in both my lives, and I'm thankful for my personal strength as well. Every time I tell my story about moving, people are taken back and tell me how strong of a person ittakes to do something like that. I never understood in the past. I just always saw moving as what I had to do, and there was just no other options. As I sit here though, seeing two possible lives worth living, but on different coasts, suddenly I get how things like this can be a dilemma.

     I'm not sure if anyone else has these kinds of problems, but I think this trip was exactly what I needed to have an epiphany. And if nothing else I wrote in this post was worth being thankful for, this paragraph is enough for me.

     Happy Thanksgiving.