1 June 2008
My name is Erica. I am a twenty-something year old woman. I am a misplaced Canadian. No matter where I was born and no matter where I reside, my home will always be the tropical island of Newfoundland. I recently married a wonderful man, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with him. Mark treats me like a princess. We live with our cat named Zeus (god of gods) and rescue-dog named Hera (goddess of love). We all have a happy life together in our house.
Although I am not religious, I am spiritual; I believe in what I believe but I am open to suggestions and other interpretations. I love to walk. It is then that I feel closest to my creator. I am beautiful and happy. I am full of love, laughter and light. I am a hippie at heart. I embrace who I am, along with my flaws, while constantly trying to better myself. I am a work in progress, I am a dreamer, I am a lover and a fighter. I am passionate.
I am stubborn and hard-headed. I have what some people thing is an embarrassing sense of humor and taste in music. I am embarrassed by neither. I love the taste and sound of rain. Thunder terrifies me. I don't wake up to an alarm clock. I enjoy stretching. The sound of gravel beneath my shoes reminds of spring. The smell that holds me closest to summer is chlorine and sunscreen. The way my tummy and face hurts after laughing hard is the best feeling ever. My favorite season is autumn. I love roller coasters and surprises.
