Is there anything more self-indulgent than writing an “about me” page on a blog that’s already all about me? Maybe eating ice cream while doing so. Since I don’t have any ice cream, let’s continue: I live in the Pacific Northwest though I wasn’t born here, I love travel, singing loudly, horseback riding, pulling stupid faces, making things, wearing costumes, and dogs (also wearing costumes, ideally). I can’t decide whether I want to live in the city or the country and that’s how I ended up in the ‘burbs. Ideally, I’d like to eventually be able to live in both places–some tiny cosmopolitan flat and some outrageous tract of land with tons of trees and a mountain view on which I could build my castle–moat and drawbridge mandatory.
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