I was born in Colombo, Sri Lanka many moons ago. My family moved to Geneva, Switzerland when I was 10, and this is where I lived until I graduated from school and went to University in London, England.

Four years and 2 degrees later I returned to Geneva, worked for a bunch of years, quit, traveled for a year, and eventually decided to move to the US and totally re-invent myself.

After two years in Philly I moved to Washington... which is where I still am. I live in Dupont Circle in a kickass one bedroom apartment right above the famously gay/eclectic Soho Tea.

I am what they call the ultimate die-hard true romantic. I can't seem to settle down with just any nice boy. I can't give up now. I am still waiting for the one true love of my life. Looking for Link Textlove in an age of world domination.

But its not like I am going to go out and aggresively track him down. I am generally lazy, I love to spend hours under my duvet, eating cookies, reading books, and surfing the internet. I used to be a bar-fly but now I am a coffee-shop girl.

I have two parents who are still married and still in love. They are co-dependent and bicker all the time but do not like being apart. This is precisely the relationship I am looking for, and I refuse to settle for anything less.

Mom and Dad call me every day from wherever they are in the world (mostly Switzerland or Sri Lanka) to remind me to be careful when I cross the road and to take an umbrella when its raining. I also have a brother who is very clever and handsome. He is currently enjoying a colonial lifestyle in Sri Lanka with his wife and baby daughter. Said daughter, who was born in Jan 2007, is a total Rock Star and has usurped my role as the resident 'apple of everyone's eye'.

I love to write, love to read. In the past few years, I have come to understand more and more how much I like to craft things - a blog post, a thank you card, a beautifully wrapped gift, a dinner party, a photo album with old scanned pictures. I am more and more conscious that I do violence against my true nature every time I pretend that regular measurable, quantifiable tasks - such as what most of daily life is about - is all I need.

Writing is me being with me to the extreme. In my head. Where everything is a private joke. But up for public consumption... because I write it, and you read it. And by that we have connected.