Mayday.

Vancouverite-Angeleno, with an open mind to wherever the next place may be. My parents are the best in the entire world, and I’ll argue you hoarse on that one. I’ve been in love only once in my life, but I have faith it will happen again.

There are pessimists, optimists, realists and atheists but is there such thing a realist-optimist? Because that’s me.

The east coast calls me but the west coast is in my blood. Nature cures all. Social butterflies is a species, right? Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Style idol = Carine Roitfeld. Miroslava Duma and Taylor Tomasi Hill, too.

Content is king, and so is creativity. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can’t draw. Obsessed with beautiful decay. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. Feel so lucky to have the family and friends that I do. There’s so much of the world left to see. All you need is love.

I’m a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are personal religions. I buy too many glossy magazines.

Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I’m a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends.

At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say:

Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.