I dislike writing these. I know how I see me, but I know that how I see me is entirely inaccurate.
After all, I'm not really talking about myself here--I'm talking about the idea of me. I could say that I drink tea. How does your idea of what a tea drinker is like define me in the end? Will you be disappointed that it's chai tea I like, and not Earl Grey, hot? (And we're not talking that weak Oregon Chai swill. Let me show you this kettle and these spices...)
So with that in mind, some facts:
I cook, I read, I have two cats.
I probably work too much.
I'm content to stay at home, but I love the excuse to wander aimlessly through music, cookery, or bookshops. Especially bookshops.
I'm a voracious reader with (what I think) is far too small of a home library. Ultimately I'm interested in ideas, not fluff.
I like to wander around art galleries making snarky commentary. I can even do this in the Louvre.
I love to travel, a few years ago I made it a goal to visit one place I'd never been before each year. In the last few years it was the UK, France and the Netherlands, thrice. This year, I stayed closer to home (Damn you, weak dollar!). Next year, France and Italy! Where next, Japan, Spain, Brazil, New Zealand?
I'm too sarcastic for my own good. Like everyone else, I'm much more of a cliche than I imagine myself to be. Certainly I'm hardly qualified to be the elitist snob I often come off as. I'm not perfect, and I don't claim to be.
I have three filters that are opt-in--one on my weight loss progress, another on general organization/life simplification/my battle with trying not to be an outrageous consumer, and a third on plans I'm making to change careers after early burn-out on the field I got a degree in. Let me know if you're interested in one, two or all three.