250 Words or less, a day late...

Dear Self, Remember that time you were supposed to blog every day in the month of May, and you forgot the first night, then when you went to write the first two posts you got sucked into watching A Walk to Remember like a sappy high school girl? And cried. True story

Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)
Day 2, Thursday: Educate us on something you know alot about or are good at. Take any approach you'd like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)

Amanda Julia. First born child to two parents who had just moved to Orlando from Boston. Sister followed along 6 years later. You tried to lock her in her turtle sandbox because she followed you around and copied you. You didn't know that she would grow into your best friend.

Here's a little #tbt action of the sister and I. Mom was heavy into matching outfits. Emily looks pleased.

Sports were always your thing. Soccer was #1, but after high school you needed a break from it and joined the FSU Crew Team in college and picked up coed soccer  after moving back to Orlando after graduate school was a fantastic decision. There was a little bit of drama involved, but it opened you up to some of the best people in your life, and gave you an outlet for your anxiety and stress.

Bachelor's Degree in Business, Master's Degree in Communications, working for the federal government for 3 years, which allowed you to travel a lot at first, meeting new people and orienting yourself in the professional world. And further fed your wanderlust.

Studying abroad in Florence was hands down the best experience of your life, and you pine for that freedom and open, loving heart that you had at 21.every.single.day.

"Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer"

Travel is your true passion, and Europe holds your whole heart. One day you want to live abroad.

You’re easily bored, restless and always thinking/worrying. Sarcasm truly is a second language to you. Some people who don't understand sarcasm think bitch is your second language. It isn't. You cry at airline commercials and everything else under the sun. You are your own worst critic, but you’ll figure yourself out one day. 

Oops, more than 250 words. Such is life.

Linking up with Jenni!