I inherited my first name from a French storybook about a little girl. You might say she had “Colette” first, but she’s fiction and I’m real, so it’s more mine than hers by laws of reality.
My dad – while reading this storybook to my older sister (and I still attached to my mom) – decided I would became a Colette instead of an Emily, or a Jonathan if I’d been a boy.
I live in San Diego, California. In one week I’ll be as far from here as I can comfortably drive in a day, and the day beyond that perhaps further.
Two goals: find someone(s) like me, and create a life/income worth the work and the mindshare that I put into it. The car is packed.