Who am I?
Why is this question the hardest one to answer? I know myself. I've been creating and reforming my identity since I was in diapers. On the surface, I suppose I'm like a lot of other 26- year-old women. I live and work in Seattle. I work as a copywriter in Pioneer Square and write about everything from travel to toys. I have a dog, a husband, and an apartment.
I was raised on the South Side of Chicago. Before you are impressed, I'll admit it: I wasn't technically raised in Chicago, more like Merrionette Park, a suburb that is literally three blocks outside the city limits. An area best known for its proximity to faux Irish bars and Western Avenue. Being from a working-class family, I'm thrifty, hardworking, and proud.
I am an animal lover, an amateur photographer, and a feminist. Most people think I'm sweet. I'm loyal to my friends and though our lives continue on different paths, I continue to love and admire each one of them. I judge people too quickly and it is hard for me to find new friends, especially in this city because it is so different from Chicago.
Lately, I prefer quiet nights at home and long days on the beach to drinking at bars and clubs. You may find this boring, but this is my life and I see plenty of things every day that inspire me. I'm not fucking Carrie Bradshaw and will never pretnd to be. See me at 21 and you might find that type of girl. Although I LOVE that show, my married life with dog and husband is much different. This isn't a comment on the single lifestyle, it is a comment about my life.
I won't bore you with the details of everyday life though. I'm not going to talk about going to Wal-Mart and buying tampons like it is Homer's Odyssey. That would be an interesting take though, wouldn't it? A journey of epic proportions to the Renton Wal-Mart.
The most interesting encounters of my life occur on the bus. Taking the bus gives me the advantage of quietly observing people I normally wouldn't notice. Or maybe I would, but I would rush by them in my work heels, unable to truly capture the person's essence in my mind.
Lastly, I hate nothing more than pretentious people. As a writer, I encounter them all the time. This is my space to be real and believe me, I'm very honest about who I am.
Here are some real facts about me:
Why is this question the hardest one to answer? I know myself. I've been creating and reforming my identity since I was in diapers. On the surface, I suppose I'm like a lot of other 26- year-old women. I live and work in Seattle. I work as a copywriter in Pioneer Square and write about everything from travel to toys. I have a dog, a husband, and an apartment.
I was raised on the South Side of Chicago. Before you are impressed, I'll admit it: I wasn't technically raised in Chicago, more like Merrionette Park, a suburb that is literally three blocks outside the city limits. An area best known for its proximity to faux Irish bars and Western Avenue. Being from a working-class family, I'm thrifty, hardworking, and proud.
I am an animal lover, an amateur photographer, and a feminist. Most people think I'm sweet. I'm loyal to my friends and though our lives continue on different paths, I continue to love and admire each one of them. I judge people too quickly and it is hard for me to find new friends, especially in this city because it is so different from Chicago.
Lately, I prefer quiet nights at home and long days on the beach to drinking at bars and clubs. You may find this boring, but this is my life and I see plenty of things every day that inspire me. I'm not fucking Carrie Bradshaw and will never pretnd to be. See me at 21 and you might find that type of girl. Although I LOVE that show, my married life with dog and husband is much different. This isn't a comment on the single lifestyle, it is a comment about my life.
I won't bore you with the details of everyday life though. I'm not going to talk about going to Wal-Mart and buying tampons like it is Homer's Odyssey. That would be an interesting take though, wouldn't it? A journey of epic proportions to the Renton Wal-Mart.
The most interesting encounters of my life occur on the bus. Taking the bus gives me the advantage of quietly observing people I normally wouldn't notice. Or maybe I would, but I would rush by them in my work heels, unable to truly capture the person's essence in my mind.
Lastly, I hate nothing more than pretentious people. As a writer, I encounter them all the time. This is my space to be real and believe me, I'm very honest about who I am.
Here are some real facts about me:
- I live in West Seattle. Yes, that is over the bridge. I'm not Capital Hill, I'm not even Ballard. So -- quit reading this if you think this is "Bright Lights, Big City." I should clarify that my address reads Seattle, if that matters (which it shouldn't).
- I like to travel. But limited funds have made this difficult. So yes, as of this date I've never even been to Europe (gasp). And I don't have a passport (double gasp). I am so unlike these well-traveled Seattlelites.
- I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters. I might write about them often, as they are very dear to them. I did mention I'm part Irish, right?
- If I did one thing right in my life, it was marrying Jake. I will probably mention him more often than anyone, but being married is only a small part of who I am. Keep that in mind before you pigeon-hole me as a boring, van-driving, nagging wife. This isn't a blog to complain about or compliment my husband. It is all about me and my life.
- I write a lot. It is more than a hobby, it is my passion and profession. I can be a bit wordy and long-winded. I also use passive-voice a lot.
There you go and off I go to the gym.
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