It's a rainy LA night tonight, which makes me relaxed, mellow. This kind of rain always reminds me of conversations my friend S and I used to have about storms, and just thinking about that makes it hard to believe those conversations happened at least four or five years ago, maybe even six? The one thing I've noticed over the last few years, is that time flies when I'm living my life in pursuit of the dreams that became my goals. Three weeks ago, one of my longest-held dreams and goals became my life: I moved again, only this time I came home to LA.

Living in LA is something I've wanted to do since I was about 10 years old, back when I was a little blond girl with big dreams in the Canadian city of Thunder Bay. So technically, at 5'2, I'm still a little blond girl, and I definitely still have big dreams. If I didn't, I wouldn't have traveled the path from Thunder Bay to Ottawa, then from Ottawa to Silicon Valley (which is part of the San Francisco Bay area, for anyone unfamiliar with California's geography), and finally, happily -- make that ecstatically -- from Silicon Valley to LA. It's a dream and home almost 20 years in the making, and to say that I'm happy to be here would be putting it mildly.

I've been really lucky. I have some really great friends here, and the last three weeks have flown by. My new office mates are great (yes, I have the job I had in Silicon Valley, and I am a VERY lucky, thankful, happy, and grateful girl), I LOVE my new home, and evening and weekend life has been a beautiful blur of friends, dinners, parties, seeing bands, hiking, and getting acquainted with my new neighborhood.

So here it is, LIFE begins. Thank you to everyone who made this possible, and who encouraged and supported my move. I love you all, and I am so very thankful and grateful.