Kristin McComas

Blonde curls bounce through the many cities I touch down upon. Running my days at a million miles an hour, nonstop, just like the flights I prefer to travel the world. Nikes are my best friend, a secret obsession, feeding an addiction to the pavement. Runnning through the many different area codes I inhabit.

Learning to take life as a marathon, instead of a sprint. A drive that is unmatched. Note paper is found in the many crevices of my belongings, goals and quotes lining them. Pushing me to complete and succeed.

Mystery girl to many, I may not come across your Facebook feed often. Find me boxing in the gym early in the morning, painting in the afternoon, and most likely dancing all night, bachata or hip hop, please. Singing to music of another language, being lost in translation takes me to another world. Poke bowls, sesame balls, and australian licorice is my meal of choice, settling for good and plenty once in awhile, but that's pushing it.

A Florida girl I am, but I have spent stints of time in the midwest as well as the west coast.

The ocean is my second home away from the rest of the world. The waves are my sanctuary.

Some ask where I get my creative inspiration. I tell them- life. I live life. Traveling to anywhere and everywhere. Meeting people from every corner of this planet and listening to their story. Every one has a story, including myself, my story is only heard by those I decide to rip a page out for.

Maybe I will tear a page out for you later.