Twenty Random Facts About Yours Truly

There’s more to me than just the Wolf, more than just the keystroke upon this blog. So here are some random facts about moi:

  1. I spent two years in high school studying French. Unfortunately due to lack of use of the language most of it is lost on me.
  2. I’ve grown up and spent most of my life in Southern California. Five years ago I made the decision to move across state to the North end. It’s one of the best decisions I ever made.
  3. In a little over a year I will be graduating with my Bachelor’s in English.
  4. I’m 5″4 in height, and though that it is commonly known as the average height for women, my family and friends like to mock my shortness.
  5. I’m a Bibliophile. I tend to collect books more than I read them, unless I find the story particularly striking or engrossing.
  6. I currently have one tattoo, a quote on my left chest/clavicle area.
  7. Surprising to most, I adore Science. I tend to excel in my studies when I find it most fascinating, but due to my hindrance in Mathematics I never pursued a Scientific based career.
  8. My favorite colors have changed many times over the years. It’s currently tied between sea green, pine green, and lavender.
  9. I currently drive a silver Ford Focus. Her name is Speedy.
  10. This Autumn I hope to find a hiking buddy and get back into hiking among many of the trails and falls by my home.
  11. Besides writing, I’ve been fascinated with photography. I adore candid photographs and scenic nature spots. I want to be able to take my camera along with me to all of my adventures.
  12. My “dream career” has changed several times, but has been consistent within the field of English.
  13. I am a mother. A step-mother to my wonderful son.
  14. I am an avid video gamer. My first system was the Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES).
  15. Bananas with peanut butter is my go to breakfast (both as themselves or in a smoothie).
  16. I’m a firm believer of “don’t knock it till you try it”.
  17. I am not formally religious. I no longer believe in God, but I believe in Nature and finding peace within it.
  18. I am Bisexual. I am sexually attracted to males and females.
  19. Keeping my home clean and neat is a daily activity that brings me peace and pacify my fears.
  20. I adore learning new words and utilizing them in my everyday vocabulary.

Thank you for reading!

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Incurable Wanderlust

The first time I ever tasted the euphoria of travel was when I went on a plane by myself to see my grandmother on the east coast. I was thirteen at the time, petrified and yet excited. Again, a few years later, my family I went together to the East – traveling to the District of Columbia and taking the train to New York City; where I watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in person.

Those were the first large trips I’d ever taken. My family and I always did small trips to Disneyland or out to Santa Barbara to see my late Uncle when we were younger. My move to the Northern portion of the Golden State was much less travel but more a necessity, and yet it sparked more desire within me.

When I met Savitar, I confessed to him my love for adventure, and desire to travel and see the whole world. He turned my spark into a flame.

“Wake up and pack your bag. We’re going on an adventure.” He told me one morning, before he took me out to the coast. The waves crashed a long the beach and the salt licked my skin. I was enveloped in everything I’d ever loved. It was the first of our many adventures together.

From trips up North to Oregon, to the Coast and along the sandy beach, to Nevada, four corners, and further to the Midwest, to the mountains of Colorado. We have been to so many wonderful places: trying local coffee, wandering around bookstores and trying hole-in-the-wall diners. We both have an incurable desire to see everything.

I get jittery whenever a new adventure comes to fruition. I mark places down on maps when our friends tell us “we MUST go there”, and save every penny in a jar as we look at the best routes to take.

In a little over a month from now, we’re heading on another grand adventure. A two week road trip beginning in San Francisco to view the Legend of Zelda Symphony before we drive out West to his home state.

I am excited, elated, and hope to capture every moment together as we have done so many times before.

My thirst for adventure will never be quenched, and I will forever desire to see as much of the world as I can. To have someone beside me who shares in this passion, is more than I had ever hoped for.

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I’m a Mother

More honesty, I’m a Step-Mother.

When I was younger, I wanted children. More importantly, I wanted a son. I imagined him with messy brown hair, and deep sea blue eyes. I never wanted a daughter, I grew up in a home full of men- and though I did enjoy my dolls and dress up, I couldn’t see myself buying all pink accessories for a daughter I don’t think I could love.

I don’t have children of my own. I would have if I had stayed with my ex, he wanted children so badly. I recall him saying once, “I hope our daughter will grow to be as beautiful as you are.”

Shortly after, I took a long look at myself, and realized I would not be a fulfilled person with children. I would more than likely hate myself for making such an unnecessary decision.

I was still a child then, I had huge dreams and hopes for myself and my future and I knew then that a child would take that away from me. I do not despise children- I stand up for them daily. Wishing I could protect them form the true horrors in our world- but I know I would not be happy if I brought one to life.

I was twenty when I met Savitar’s son. I was twenty-one when I took on his role of step-mother, as I tiptoed around Savitar and his ex-wife, not knowing what I could or could not do in regards of rearing the child.

Now, four years later, this child is MY son. I did not birth him, I chose him. I chose to take him to and from school, I chose to feed and clothe him, to love and cherish him. His mother and I get along, she is always grateful when I make the hour long drive on weekends to drop him off or pick up. When Savitar and I give her gas money if she drove our way, or aiding in birthday celebrations.

The child will be sixteen soon, and he is already showing the qualities of a man. He is much like his father, but I am grateful that he does not wish to go down his father’s path. He is a wonderful boy and he will be a wonderful man one day. I am grateful to have been part of his like thus far, and hope that no matter what happens, if he could stay in my life.