So about me: I laugh a lot, loudly, often at myself. I probably like lattes with whipped cream a little bit too much. I’m chatty, inordinately inquisitive, a really terrible dancer (but I do it anyway, with pride), silly, sarcastic, and distracted by things that are shiny. Sometimes I break into song for no apparent reason. And although, like everyone, I have my moments of somber, quiet reflection, I tend to be energetic and happy-go-lucky, and look for joy in every facet of my life (friends say I’m best described as animated, which I think it has something to do with all that sugar and caffeine … quirky is also a common descriptor).
I was born, raised, educated, and trained in how to react in case of an earthquake in San Diego, CA. While most people dream of living in Southern California, I always aspired to live on the East Coast. Six years ago I relocated to Philadelphia — which I thought would be just like New York City, but cheaper. It’s not really like New York at all, but it certainly doesn’t lack character. Philadelphia has its pros — snow would be one of them, still a novelty to she who was raised without seasons — and its cons — digging through the snow to find the car. I invested in my first snow shovel during my first winter here, and so far I’ve survived.
Typing is the only activity during which I feel totally, completely coordinated. That’s what I enjoy most about writing.
