Nineteen year old baby of the family. Like, the entire family. Unless you count one step-cousin who is younger than me.
     Half Dutch. My dad grew up in The Netherlands. We took a trip there to visit relatives a few years ago, and I blogged half of our trip but never ... finished. Bad me. 
     Homeschooled through highschool. Yes, I have friends. Yes, I could wear pajamas to school. And yes, it was awesome.
     Pixie cut. Favorite haircut ever. Except in the mornings. Ain’t no bedhead like a pixie bedhead.

     Christian. Believer in God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. His grace drenches my everyday.
     Writer. Writer. Not author. There’s a difference. The difference being that I have not been published. But someday? That's the hope. 
     Readerer. A few favorite books: The Wet Engine, The Adoration of Jenna Fox, The Book Thief, Leave it to Psmith, The Mysterious Benedict Society series, Indescribable: Encountering the Glory of God in the Universe, The Hunger Games series, Gone-Away Lake, The Dot and the Line, the All Creatures Great and Small series, the Uglies series, Epic: the Story God is Telling, The Beekeeper's Apprentice series, Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman’s Soul, the Leviathan series, Tuck Everlasting, The Search for WondLa, Here is New York. 
     Restless spirit. There’s something big around the corner. I can feel it.

   Chameleon. I've never fit into categories very well. I'm not a country girl or a city girl or a girly girl or a tomboy. I am all of the above. I can be nicey-nice, I can be snarky, I can be sickeningly sweet or a mega tough-cookie. I like gentleness and I like strength. Ballet dancing, tap dancing, cliff-jumping, canoeing through the wilderness, navigating New York subways, playing on a soccer team, swing dancing with the college students, working at a greenhouse, drinking tea in Europe – done it all and loved it all. I used to think that the reason I never fully fit anywhere/kinda fit in anywhere was because I didn’t know who I was.
     I’m starting to realize that being undefinable is who I am.
     Believer in adding light. I figure there are two ways to combat the darkness of this world: one is to eliminate the darkness, and one is to add the light. 
     Accidental second-shooter for my sister’s wedding photography business. She’s been teaching me about cameras since I was tiny; I never decided to help her with photography, it just sort of happened.
     Chronic baby-face. I really am nineteen. Promise. And yes, I know: I’ll be “glad of it when I’m fifty”. I get that a lot…

     Fangirl. Doctor Who, Merlin, Once Upon a Time, Sherlock, Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Divergent, Avengers, Agents of Shield, Hunger Games.
     Yes, yes. Good.
     Vigorously artistic mind. Oh hey, draw pictures of strangers and write them letters! Learn how to book-bind! Why not google some HTML skills? Oh, let’s do some upholstery. Record this thought with some poetry! Draw on your closet door! You should try writing a book. Or paint your sister-in-law an acrylic chicken! Make a necklace out of watch gears! Ooooh … knit some fingerless mittens. Embroider words on your bookbag strap. Restyle a t-shirt. Make a garbage can out of rolled magazine pages. Try your hand at drawing a comic strip!
Yep, this is how my brain works. The ideas never cease. It’s cool, sometimes, I admit, but dang the ideas drive me insane sometimes. There are just so many of them! Sometimes the sheer number can be paralyzing. I made a list once, and ended up with 33 creative projects I wanted to do – just off the top of my head!
     Undefinable blogger. Because of my curious mind, you never know what you’ll find on this blog. I’m going against all blogging advice here, because I don’t have a “target audience” and I can’t/won’t be defined as a “lifestyle blogger” or a “DIY blogger” or a “photography blog” or anything else. I just … blog what I feel like blogging.
     I know, so explanatory.
     So stick around if mystery of the unknown is your jam!
     Or whatever.

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