Besides my unabashed claim to having mastered the art of both ardency and awkwardness, I am also quite the cynical Positive Polly. Seem like an oxymoron? Yes. Probably. I moved to Austin, TX for several reasons: Before I called it home, every time I visited Austin, I felt more at home than I did where I grew up. I feel that I have apt qualities to keep driving Austin towards its goal of perpetual weirdom. My twin sister lives here. My parents occupy a vacation home here (smaller doses is what the doctor ordered). I’m thirty and at risk for meeting my mid-life crisis a tad early. I’m single, so I don’t have to uproot or answer to ANYONE. I’d say I was in love with this last fact, but I’m not quite there yet. I want to be there. The only thing holding me back is figuring out exactly what I want in my life (broad, but I have no where else to go with this) now that I am on my own, and exactly how to get there.
A quiet place for me to loudly and ardently document my new journey here, while I (of course) awkwardly discover what it is I want out of… I can’t even… you know… life.