I love to learn, im addicted to that beginners period where your skills are so bad and humbling that you remember what being 6 felt like.(me flying last summer- like a six y/o in a headset- but with bigger feet and cursing).
Lets hang out, swap music, dance, cook, share stories and plot to overthrow the world and make Salsa dancing a national pastime, French the official language of dessert and Italian the official language of breakfast in bed, valentines day and road rage. I'm moving to NOLA in August to pursue a dream job. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing and I'm ok with that.