I love to strike a pose, as you can see.
I am a wanderer. Someone recently described me as "restless" and when I did a bit of examining I realized just how accurate that is. I love to travel. I feel at home everywhere and nowhere. I describe myself as a world citizen because the world belongs to me, in all of its glory and splendor. Yet, I've never really found home. When people ask me where home is, I open my mouth and no sound comes out. Where is home indeed?
I am from the US but I live in the UK with my fiancé, the Bear. The story of how we met is a good one, but I'll save that for a blog post one day when I'm feeling a little dreamy. We travel together, play together, laugh together, explore together, cook together...we're a togetherness kind of people.
I do not work because I do not yet have a visa to do so in the UK. So rather than break the law and get deported (bad), I've decided to take this time to develop my hobbies (good). Speaking of hobbies, I have myriad. I'm learning to play the piano. I write about my piano teacher, who knows all things music, in my blogs often because he's an oracle and he's funny. I love books. I've decided to catch up on my reading of the classics because I'm behind. I also like to take photos, but only a few hundred a day. I'm learning to cook and bake - the Bear especially loves this one as he'll eat anything I put in front of him. I run five days a week because I don't want to turn into a blob, do a bit of calligraphy now and then, write this blog thing, play squash (like racquetball-I find that the English call a number of things "squash"), go ballroom and Latin dancing and write letters (real ones with a pen and actual paper). And lots more stuff. You get the idea of how I busy myself.
I will go back to work one day when A) it's legal and B) I've gotten all of these hobbies out of my system. Or never. Who knows. I do miss work on some days, though. Who knew?
I have a sweet toy poodle called Phoenix (no relation to the blog title - for an explanation of that click here). She's one of the many joys of my life. She's intelligent, loving, full of life and sleeps on my pillow at night. This is my favorite photo of her EVER. That was a geranium but she systematically destroyed it within weeks of coming to live with us. She only weighed 2 or 3 pounds and managed to annihilate it at an astonishing rate. This is a perfect depiction of her personality because she's sitting in the middle of the flattened plant, a piece of it on her mouth as exhibit A, with a look on her face as though she's saying, "What, Mommy? What plant?" Ilovehersomuch.
We also have the most tolerant cat on planet Earth. Her name is Jessie and I swear she's just a cat-shaped dog. She acts like a dog and plays with our dog. The aliens who beamed her down got the programming wrong. But she's beautiful and we love her very much.
This is where I live. Well, not on that park bench because, thankfully, I'm not homeless. Well, I guess that's debatable if you look at the first paragraph of this, but I digress. This is a lake at one of the many parks near where we live. It's a beautiful place and I love it here.
I love my life. I love blogging. I love you for reading all of this. I'm so glad you've stopped by! Please visit again. I can't promise anything insightful or even remotely coherent, but come back now and then anyway.