In the past week two people I love and respect said in separate instances something that sounded like, “It’s so good to see you happy.”

While the kind words stretched my record wide smile of late even wider, they also got me thinking of how miserable I was for a minute there.

Then I started thinking about the three years of my life woven through these pages. Three continents, two husbands, five jobs, two puppies, six different houses and heaps of writing. Some to grin at and some for scowling.

But truth be told, I really am happy. Considering how fortunate I know I am to live in the societies I reside on this planet, it’s difficult for me to ever claim anything other than being ok. I guess that’s part of the reason I was a bit taken by comments on my recent bliss. They reminded me of how un-ok I was for a bit.

I feel like I survived my first 12 months back. The next 12 months I think I’ll focus more on living instead of just surviving. While the trials and tribulations of Earth are some of the most terrible in all the galaxies (according to my opinion), the love and beauty and possibility in this land is also dynamic.

I heard a rumor today that the puppies will land in Queens on September 14. House, husband, puppies… insert novel here…