what's in a name?

cs:

the six year old me dreamed of being an astronaut by twenty-seven.

i dreamed of ivy league schools, growing big wings to fly away with, and becoming the first person to figure out how to breathe under water.

my sole aspiration in life was to change someone else's.

i was also fully convinced that i would eventually outgrow my sensitive, quiet, and overall off-putting disposition by twenty- oh and of course i'd be so grown up.

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story cut short: 

i never grew big wings or figured out how to extract air from water by any normal bodily process. 

i have never been to space. i never outgrew my childhood disposition, instead i nurtured it with a heavy dose of sarcasm and ill-timed humor.

the person i actually am is a twenty-five year old art historian. a navy wife. a new mexican with an outpost in denver and a current home in virginia beach.

i like my coffee black, looking up at night, and apologizing.

i met a boy who once wanted to be an astronaut, too. and i love him.

my soul is probably the color turquoise against a cloudy sky.

i love contradictions, bodies of water, and taking drives with people that intrigue me.

welcome. 

love always,

chantel