For years I yearned to live in New York City. The smell of traffic and street food combined with the sheer volume of people truly invigorated me. Today I felt on edge in the crowds, overwhelmed by the constant movement. The only respite, a pastoral painting at the Met… A reminder of the rolling hills and farms that I call home. Part of me grieves the lost of yearning for a life I do not have and the other part is so relieved I could cry.
When have you been set free from yearning?