Stormy

Pediatric physician assistant, well-versed in conversations about Finding Nemo. Bibliophile, former linguist, and self-professed grammar Nazi. Floridian and/or North Carolinian, depending on the day. CrossFitter, runner, swimmer, and all-around exercise addict. Foodie. Minimalist. Worshipper of and slave to all things Apple. Gluten-, dairy-, soy-, and sugar-free in a perfect world, but consistently lured into temptation by goat cheese, fried green tomatoes, and coconut-milk ice cream. Ultimate dream: to own a Tumbleweed Tiny House or similar.

I love public transportation, writing, massages, learning languages, bags with zippers and pockets, bicycles, summer rain, autumn leaves, NYC, cherry blossoms, starry nights, VW Beetles, hardwood floors, swimming, fuzzy socks, terrible pop music, hot baths, vaulted ceilings, the beach, new-book smell, blue jeans, flip-flops, and driving with the windows down.

I don’t like odd numbers. The thermostat is always set at either 72 or 74, iTunes playlists are tweaked until they contain an even number of songs, and I feel an odd sense of discomfort to have left the year 2012 behind.