Ok, so maybe I like it here a little.

I realize that I've complained about where we live from time to time over the last two years, but as I sit here 3000 miles away from the "winter wonderland" that is the east coast of the United States, where I spent most of my life, well, I realize that flip flops in December aren't such a bad thing. I don't miss snow. At all.

*commence throwing of rotten tomatoes*

Granted, the summers over there are actual summers and we'll still be wearing corduroys in July, but I guess it's all about balance. You take the good with the bad and there's always gonna be something.

I know this thought is not super-profound or unique, but it's what's on my mind.

I loved Lisa's article on "What is Normal?" and it makes me wonder "What is Perfect?" and why do I begrudge the fact that I'm not if no one else is either.

So...

I guess all the hosting we've been doing lately is just bringing me to a point of appreciation for where were are. This moment. Not where we were or where we're going to be. Just...now.

I like now.

It's not so bad.