By Lorri Matthewson There is a moment that happens—usually somewhere between being stuck behind traffic during a 40-minute commute, and a line up for parking, when people start to wonder if life is supposed to feel like this, or if there could be a calmer, more authentic way to live. At least, that is what I am told. I wouldn’t know. I have never lived in the city where I had to commute to work without a bus. I love to visit the city, love a concert, or a show, and the great
