A little over seventeen years ago, in a small British hospital, a young woman gave birth to a baby girl. The little girl grew up all over the place, moving from England, to Kansas, then Illinois, South Carolina, Ohio, and eventually North Carolina. Along the way she experienced things like busting her head open, meeting Jesus, starting school, braking her arm, transferring three times in one school year, adopting a kitten, receiving the lead in a play, befriending an enemy, growing up without a dad, playing soccer, finding out hard work pays off, and many other things. She learned very quickly to take the good with the bad and to accept nothing less than her very best.
My name is Kayla, and I am that little girl...or at least an older version of her.
It seems as if I am constantly writing, so I decided to try this blogging thing out. Please do not mind my excessive overuse of metaphors, puns, hyperboles, and other types of figurative language, I do often get a little carried away. I am somewhat of a perfectionist, and have at times had OCD tendencies. I am borderline obsessed with mangoes, so you will probably get tired of reading about my superfluous, but vehement love for them. Carolina blue is my favorite color; yellow is also delightful. Despite the stereotypical teenage disgust of school, I actually do not mind it all that much. My brain thrives off of learning new things. Soccer has been a way of life since before I started kindergarten. I quite enjoy classical things such as canopy beds, sailboats, peter pan collars, and feather pens. Jesus is my savior and my best friend.
Anything else you need to know about me, I am sure if you read long enough you will find out. However, if you are impatient, you can just ask. I promise, I do not bite.
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