This used to be the name of my radio show in LA, I'm really proud to have come up with it, since it's the name of a song I like alot, and also has my name in it.

     And so here I am. Back in southern Cal, driving through the mountains and to the beach, looking at the sky and wondering if I'd ever seen anything so blue and clear, covering myself with sunscreen so I don't burn like a lobster. Is it really freezing in Beijing?

     I can't say I miss China right this minute, just like I can't say I miss the States when I'm in Beijing. I guess after all these years, I'm finally able to live in the moment, enjoy each and every day for what it is, be content with the life I lead and be happy just to be alive. Life itself is far from perfect, but perfection is an illusion.

     LA is still my "hood". As I get passed from friend to friend, bed-hopp from couch to couch, and hear each family insist that I stay with them longer, I can't deny the sensation of being home.

     This is nice. Don't worry about me, those of you that tend to worry about me.

     I'm fine.