Who am I?

I’m a little girl who loves to write, think, and dream. I love beauty, whether it is in nature or within the pages of a book. I find beauty in the strangest places, and always have. When I was three I loved the oil spots on the driveway, because they made rainbows when it rained.

I’m rather small, with fair skin that’s sprinkled with freckles. I have long auburn hair that has a mind of its own, and it generally forms itself in messy, flyaway waves; usually without my permission or consent.

I love to read, almost anything. Words fascinate me; they make me who I am. Sometimes I just write pages full of nonsense, just because I have so many words building up inside me. When I’m not reading or writing, I’m talking. Every moment of my day is filled with words, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Even when I’m cleaning or cooking, I’m writing stories in my mind or talking to whatever objects happen to be nearby. I know I’m peculiar, but I don’t really care.

I love foods from other cultures. I adore unusual spices and interesting smells, and often I invent recipes simply out of curiosity for what random ingredients would taste like together. Sometimes they turn out awful, but once in awhile I stumble upon something extraordinary.

I adore ice cream, and have never in my life turned it down. Some of my favorite treats are odd things such as fried green peas, garbanzo beans with lemon juice and parsley, lima beans, pomegranates, cornstarch pudding, and apricot soda.

I thrive on people. If I’m alone too long, I get depressed. I am a social butterfly, a people person to the extreme. There are a few certain friends that I could be with forever and never get tired of. Every once in awhile I need a moment alone, but those moments are few and far between.

I want to see the world. I’ve been to Athens, Rome, Vienna, Milan, Munich, Ljubljana, and a host of other places. Rome is my favorite city in the world. So far, anyway. I love to travel, and I intend to see a good portion of this world before I die. I want to explore the courtyards of Casa Blanca in Morocco, walk through castles pretending I’m Cinderella in Germany, run barefoot through fields of lavender in France, stand before the Taj Mahal in India, sing in the streets of Jerusalem in Israel, and dance in the glens of Scotland.

I love music. When I’m not listening to my iPod, I’m singing. When I’m not singing, my computer is playing music. When my computer is silent, I’m humming. I make up sound tracks in my head to whatever is going on around me. Even when I’m quiet, there is always music in my head. I love epic music, the kind that can make your heart soar or make you feel like crying without saying a word. I love dreamy music that makes you feel like being quiet and just listening. I love ethnic music, the kind where you can close your eyes and pretend you’re in another country. I love stirring music, the kind that makes you want to get up and conquer the world.

I am a person full of dreams. I want to change the world, and I intend to do it. I want to make a difference. I want to see people’s lives change; I want to see the world become a better place. I want to see the light in a person’s eyes as he discovers hope. I want to see people full of dreams, full of aspirations. I don’t want them to be satisfied with the lives they lead. I want to see them growing, striving, reaching with all their hearts for something worth fighting for. I want to bring Light to a world in darkness.  

I love mountains, linen, children, the colors green and purple, sparkles, the smell of vanilla, trees, making pancakes, wind, candles, flip flops, flowers, thunderstorms, Shakespeare, traveling, spring, laughter, long flowing skirts, horses, snow, Christmas lights, the smell of leather, sunsets, meadows, history, clouds, umbrellas, and a million other things I don’t have room to write.

That’s me. Nothing extraordinary, just a little girl with unusual tastes and big dreams. I’m me, nothing’s gonna change that.