Introvert. Adventurous eater. Will try any food at least once*, but being a creature of habit, often eats the same thing at lunch for days on end. Lover of all things peanut butter and cheese, but not together**. Does not like Red Velvet anything. Curious as the day is short (because come on, 24 hours isn’t nearly enough). Clumsy by nature, athletic by habit, runner in the making. Driven. Awkward. Constantly needs to learn lessons her own way. Says yes a lot, which sometimes gets her into trouble.
Has a tendency to procrastinate, but hits the ground running once she starts. Functions best when busy. Thinks kisses on the cheek are often forced and hugs are more personal. Hates the top sheet. Steals the covers. Struggling domestic, but can make a mean pie. Rarely does her hair, unless a braid counts. Fidgets constantly. Reformed nail biter, current cuticle picker. Breaks into a Roseanne-esq laugh when tickled. Feels prettiest in a dress, happiest in plaid.
Can’t decide between New York and Boston, except when it comes to baseball. Dreams of traveling her country and the world, but knows that for her, happiness means living within driving distance of family. Prefers dive bars to clubs. Loathes house music. Would almost always rather be reading. Quit a five year, pack-a-day habit years ago, but still considers cigarettes to be one of the Great Loves of her life. Realizes how silly this sounds, still believes it anyways.
Intimidated by technology. Hates talking on the phone, hardly listens to voicemails and needs to get better at emailing back. Texts too much. Wannabe vlogger. Sometimes resistant to change, though she knows it’s the only sure fire way to get where she’s going. Stands on the couch during intense movies. Terrified of heights, but goes skydiving. Terrified of most things, but needs to do them anyways.
Child of divorce, but believes in love. Also believes there is good to be found in everyone. Imperative that she talks it out. Will try to see your side. Isn’t shy to change her mind. Finds asking for help to be a sign of strength and human connection. Views holding hands as intimate an act as sex. Trusts too easily, cries a lot and wears her heart on her sleeve. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
*Exception: peppers so hot I will hiccup or cry. Those, I will not do.
**I stand corrected. How could I forget Skippy’s Dare!? It’s a white pizza involving bacon, PB and provolone and is hands down one of my favorite pies.