To be in the mood to write is certainly a luxury, one to which I am not currently afforded to.  Nevertheless, as the sun rises and sets over this city that never sleeps, so time plows on through life’s fields without the least consideration of whether or not I am ready to write.

Ergo, this is my attempt to ruminate on the wonderful harvest of this past month because although I have the tendency to think I’ll always remember everything, I also have the tendency to be wrong.  So here it is, friends and family and future Malia.  Here is my claim to this crisp and sunny October day:

I’m happy.  I’m really, really happy and content with life.

These shoes of relocation have not been easy to break in; still, I have a lot to be thankful for and much to look forward to.  Life is good.  No complaints here, just a cute pair of shoes and a sick dance party (or two!) ahead!