My name is Eileen, I’m 37 and uprooted my NYC entirety and moved to San Francisco. And, like everyone else, I’m trying to find my path on this crazy journey.
My favorite smells are the freshly cut grasses of Central Park, the lilacs at my parents’ house, Old Spice in a worn t-shirt, the air in a stable, and brewed coffee in any pot in any place.
My favorite sounds are the waves of Westhampton, the roll of thunder in Manhattan, the unified cheers in a college football stadium and the happy neighing of a horse glad to see me.
The best beverage I ever had was out of a plastic wine glass full of Cabernet at Borough Market in London.
I long to be a vegetarian but cannot give up my carnivorous ways. I have a laugh that makes other people crack up. And I can’t wait to be woken up my the licks of my future dog. I will one day study French in France and drink German beer in Munich.
The scar on my forehead is either the first thing one sees or something still not noticed.
My greatest wish is that people had the souls, the unwavering kindness, the steadfast devotion that animals do.
I have dreams and aspirations that I’m still trying to figure out. But, I have learned a lot about myself recently. I learned I am pessimistic, yet have faith. I have been hurt, but still am capable of loving fully and without conditions. At the end of my life, I want to be able to say I have no regrets. I want to live my life fully and completely.
I look forward to an opportunity to be the best wife and mother possible. I want to be married to my best friend.
And I live for the day that I am able to describe myself as deliriously happy.