I suppose I’ll start this page about myself with a few of the facts. I’m a twenty something married writer, crafter, vegetarian, geek, Sagittarius, survivor of child abuse who lives with chronic pain. I don’t know how to drive, and my socks don’t match-for that matter, neither do my shoes, which at this time are bright blue on the right foot and black on the left foot.

I am married to a wonderful man I call Robert, who lives with our moody cat (Chloe), and freakishly adorable rabbit (Mr. Dorian Gray), and myself. We currently live near Seattle, Washington, the city we love dearly.

Robert and I run a fantasy website called Fantasy Is Love which is connected with the fantasy social network we run for fans of fantasy, Fantasy Fanspace. Yes, we are a couple of geeks.

We also work as night managers at an independent retirement community. Whenever we have time we explore anything and everything that we can drive to and back again in a day. A need for traveling seems to run deep in our veins.

I met Robert on the internet, through a vegetarian community on livejournal.com. He moved to Seattle to be with me before we’d ever met in person. He believes it was the best decision he ever made. “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers is our song, and is the ringback tone I hear whenever I call his cellphone. We play a lot of board games, talk a lot about dorky things, and generally consider ourselves funnier than most people.

I grew up in various parts of NORTHERN California. I stress northern California because the bay area does not count as north California in my neck of the woods. When I was 12 we moved to a teeny tiny town just east of the cascades that is smaller than the small town you grew up in, just trust me. After moving there, I skipped the 7^th grade, and now whenever any of my sisters go back there everyone goes “Oh! You’re Faith McKay’s little sister!”, which I guess means they’re probably all still talking about how I skipped the 7^th grade, died my hair weird colors, waved in people’s faces, and laughed really fucking loud.

I stopped talking to my abusive parents when I turned 18, and while I regularly struggle with that decision, it’s not something I ever regret.

I am chronically ill, which means I spend a great deal of time lying in bed/on the sofa. I have a hard time explaining what it is like to be sick all of the time, but the spoon theory really helps explain it, so please read that article if you’re looking for some insight.

I enjoy reading, writing, crafting, quilling, watching television and cooking fantastic vegetarian food. I love road trips and spontaneous adventures.

I laugh more, and louder, than other people. I think this holds true for when I cry as well. I get more excited than you expect someone over the age of five to get, and a number of people find me just be too much. On a blog that I held a few years ago, a friend wrote that what she liked best about my blog was that I wrote about the painful moments in my life, the sad, the embarrassing, and the exciting and beautiful. This comment still gets me smiling, and I hope that you find that in this blog, too.