I can't tell you who I am; I keep changing as I go. I can tell you who I was and some of who I hope to be. You'll have to draw your own conclusions. A teacher once called me, "Terse to a fault," and the Chinese zodiac insists I am, "Selfish and eccentric." These things are not untrue.
For many years I was a student. Most of us were. I excelled at such quantified learning, despite being quite a shameful scholar. I was an actress for a while, but I was frightened off by the uncertainty at a low point in my life. I was a teacher, too, of swing and samba and tango and waltz. Before that, I was a dancer myself. All this while I was still a student.
I tried my hand at the myth of the real world for a while, writing software in the financial industry and courting a normal life. I spent three years in Chicago and another in London trying to believe in this dream, before I accepted that it was not for me.
Through it all, I've travelled. I've been a backpacker and a jet-setter. I've seen twenty countries on five continents, but none of them nearly well enough. I speak English natively, French fluently, Spanish passably and German laughably. I don't understand the concept of "home," and I've always been better at making friends than keeping them. I have a forty-eight page passport, because the last one ran out of space too soon.
I'm currently on my way to the fringe. I've given up the well-salaried place in the real world, and I'm headed to the Rockies, hoping someone will hire me as a ski instructor. My grand plans don't extend beyond the season; I'm just taking some time to see what the universe brings me.