Immigration. Integration. Individuation.

I have lived in Brooklyn on and off for 18 years. I feel a fierce allegiance to New York City, that I came into as an adult. I have been known to walk half the length of Manhattan on a whim.

I am an HSP, a loyal friend, and a reluctant optimist. I have a tendency to surprise myself. I will always love the 90s.

I'm a karaoke addict and I love to go dancing.

**Note: The planner is tiny; the cities are not.

Finishing grad school. Easing into my late twenties with budding confidence. Learning to get out of my own way and let things happen. It's an incremental process.

Being tiny. Being snarky. Knowing a lot about New York City.

Also, getting rid of stuff. I'm often told I should be a professional organizer.

My height. My playful irreverence. The fact that I wear lots of black.

It's all as good as the company, really.

Anything by Anthony Bourdain. British poetry from Keats to Auden. The New York Times Modern Love column. New York Magazine. Pop psychology. Scathing restaurant reviews.

Nineties films and classic movies. Married with Children. Beverly Hills 90210. Frasier. Gargoyles. X-Men. [Yeah, I love the 90s]

PJ Harvey. Lykke Li. Florence + The Machine. Ellie Goulding.

Rhizomes. Dim Sum. Rhubarb. Arugula. Wine bars.

Chinatown. The first snow. A good pair of boots. A sense of history. A to-do list. My intuition.

The future. Old New York. Food.

Evolving.

I went to Stuyvesant and have a weakness for gamers.

I like to beat my dates with a large wooden spoon. It's a Ukrainian thing.

You're a good communicator and you like smart women. You can hold a conversation. You know what urban planning is. You actively work toward your happiness. You are intellectually curious. You can roll your Rs. Arrrr.