One year, in order to reform my workaholism, I quit working (cold turkey) for 5 months by choice. It was amazing, I travelled and relaxed for the first time in years. I am now more balanced about taking time to chill.
I can hang lights, change electrical sockets, assemble nearly anything, and have never met a gadget I didn’t like. Yes, I have my own toolbox. And I've only mildly shocked myself twice. Once I flew off a ladder from the force of it and my first reaction was "Cool, I landed on my feet so gracefully" before thinking "Oh wow, that could have ended badly."
I grew up in Manhattan and went to public schools in NYC.
I spent a month volunteering in Costa Rica with disabled adults. I didn’t speak a word of Spanish, but I do now. I also spent a week in July 2009 volunteering in Kenya, working on a school building which involved getting really filthy from head to toe! In 2011, I went to Brasil to volunteer and relax. July 2013 was Morocco working with severely disabled, abandoned kids -- humbling and heartbreaking. I'll do anything for a good cause. Locally, I've been in Staten Island, the Rockaways and other Sandy-impacted communities to help families with property damage.
My niece and nephew are my two favorite people in the world. They know it and play me, and I love it. Kids are amazingly clever, sweet and funny.
I backpacked through Spain for 2 weeks in my mid-30s. I stayed in youth hostels and slept on trains and met interesting people from all over the world.
My closest friends describe me as smart, independent, a patient listener, compassionate, fiercely loyal, habitually tardy, and very mischievous.