I need to go ice skating.

I'm Ashleigh Brooke Ahern. I capture the beauty of those and the world around me.
Currently dreaming of Chicago and NYC while I waste away in Daytona Beach.
I suffer from an extreme case of wanderlust. I want to go everywhere, to see it all, with a friend, a camera, an adventurous mind. I want to travel far and wide, by plane, by car, by train. I want to see the lights of the city and the deserts that are forever dry.
I have rather large dreams and aspire to do more than I could ever accomplish.
I think big, dream deep, and sleep rather sound.
I'm a hopeless romantic who does not believe in marriage.
I giggle at the small stuff, and laugh hysterically when I should simply giggle.
I have quite the affinity for hipsters.
I'm rather negative, though I tend to not show it.
I always hope for and dream of the best, even if I'm sure of what is truly to come.
I sometimes worry more than is necessary.
I get by.

Occasionally I'll post about my weightloss.

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Before moving here, I spent 12+ years of my life skating (I started when I was 3, quit for a few year, then started back up when before my 6th or 7th birthday. I was never amazing (my mom could only afford one 30-minute lesson a week, and I never practiced because I was super self-conscious), but I was better than decent.

Private lessons, competitions, and short, velvet costumes (afew of which I still have).

Since moving, I’ve only been skating once. I really should start going again.

But, my best friend agreed to go if I go home this weekend. I’m soo excited.