11/11: A lucky day, I think.

It must be! Look at what a lucky number! Let's enjoy some Rufus while we're at it...

Rufus Wainwright - '11:11'. From his 2003 album, 'Want One'.

I woke up this morning in our first apartment on the Lower East Side. Packing and unpacking last night in a frenzy, I made an effort to prepare my lemons, and set my coffee and mug out in preparation for my morning routine. Already, there’s a lift in my spirit in this place—and I can’t tell if it’s the apartment itself, or the fact that I get to write about moving forward with this experience again.

I plan on sharing a bit more insight on our move last night. To sum it up in one word: shock. You’ll learn a bit more as soon as I upload the post.

But for now, this morning—I’m so comfortable in this little apartment I feel I have to shout it out! The kitchen is smaller, and there isn’t enough storage to fit all the dishes and spices and silverware already in here...and there’s barely any space to do morning yoga…but still, there’s this great energy floating from corner to corner. Great energy in looking to my left from the kitchen counter where I’m writing to see Aviv sleeping over the alcove studio wall cut-out (pictures of this place to come!). We’re so close…and we don’t have much, but we don’t need anything else.

This entire experience has shown again and again that a sense of calm and contentedness in one’s “place” is worth more than the contents inside of it—and the contents truly cannot bring you that sense of peace. Maybe for some they can? But it hasn't been the case with us.

Since we’ve let go of our stuff, there hasn’t been one object I’ve missed; and if I do miss it, the best parts of it are still alive and thriving in my memory.

Which brings me to an epiphany that I’ll write about later—I’ve truly decided that the best investments that one can make in one’s life are in...

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