Twenty years ago, I traveled the country in a car with my Mother, Stepfather, three siblings and a dog. We lived in said car for two years before we finally settled in the Pacific Northwest.

I come from a long line of hard-core whiskey drunks and line-cutting drug addicts. I can drink but my body has no tolerance for narcotics. I think that defect might have saved my life.

I was married and divorced before I was twenty. I used to work on cars but now I can't because of a compulsion to wash my hands. I've been a paper girl, a girl-scout, a cook, waitress, mechanic, automotive service writer, store clerk and a secretary. I've worked on a farm, lived in the country, city and the suburbs. I will always prefer the city.

I was homeless as a child only to travel first class around the world as an adult. That in itself lends one perspective.

I'm comfortable with my contradictions: I'm a dog person. I like the sun but my skin does not allow me to spend too much time in its rays. I'm a night-owl but a pre-disposition to insomnia keeps me on a strict sleep schedule. I'm very opinionated and I know that most of them are wrong but that won't stop me from declaring them. I want to be a rock-star but I don't play any instruments. I know that for the most part my intellect is average and I hate being average but it didn't stop me from getting straight A's in college (except for that time I got a B when my mom died).

I've wised up but refuse to mature.

I'm moving to San Francisco in a life changing adjustment with no kids, no cats, no dog and no car. Stay tuned