When I lived in Boston, pre-Emma, I had the perfect little apartment. It was on the 13th floor, had a giant floor to ceiling window in the living room, and the view was amazing. Sadly, I never spent much time gazing out that window - as an associate at a big firm, I worked long hours and when I wasn’t working, I was out shopping, trying new restaurants, and taking trips around New England. These days, in LA, my view isn’t as great, but now that it’s getting darker later, I’m trying to take some time each evening after dinner to sit by the window and just be present, which is hard for me to do. It’s something I wish I’d started doing years ago, but better late than never, right?