I am a left handed person living in a right handed world.
I am the worst at telling stories, because I always go off on an irrelevant tangent that is totally relevant.
I love to cook, I love to bake, I love to feed people because it makes me happy.
I'm a latka frying, muffin baking machine.
Sometimes I like to sing Barracuda at the top of my lungs, usually while I'm in the shower.
I am definitely a little bit a lot shy. I listen more than I talk.
I read. I read a lot. I devour the written word, hoard notebooks and still own every embarrassing scrap of short story and poem I wrote when I was 15.
I'm all about coffee and the establishments that serve it, not really into the club scene at all. I am not a dancer. I don't dance.
I collect travel guides and maps to all the places in the world I want to visit. I also collect postcards. I had a postcard sent to me from Istanbul which my little sister threw in the garbage by accident, true story.
Speaking of, the back of my knee itches because it's the only place I sunburned in June.