Hi.

Hi. My name is Wesleigh.

I like sweater weather. The kind of weather that you can wear a big knit sweater, jeans, and boots. I don't like the heat. The hot. The heat hot. Yuck.

I like beaches. But not the type of beaches that people take off all their clothes for. I like the type of beaches where the wind blows your hair into a wild mess, and the types of beaches that you can smell the non existent rain in the air, and cuddle up with a blanket and watch the sunset.

I like the mountains. I like hiking to high places, because the feeling of euphoria when you reach the summit is something that can never truly be explained or replaced.

I like the feeling of adrenaline. Story: you probably didn't know that rock climbing scares the HECK out of me. In fact just thinking about it now makes me feel a whirlwind of both stunting fear and excitement.

I like vintage things and I like mismatching colors and patterns because I do my own thing. Funny story: When I was little I never matched, and yeah my mom let me dress myself, and when we would go places, my family would tell people that I was an orphan they adopted. Fun right?

I believe in rebelling and standing strong in your beliefs.

I also believe in Christ and without it I would be lost like a brand new father on the baby isle at the supermarket.

I also believe in making no sense. Ever.

I love people. I don't love being with people, or being around them, or people in general....but people fascinate me, their personalities, their passions, their quirks, and I like people watching as I'm driving down the highway or what not. It's a weird thing I know. But I am always amazed by how much love I can feel for a complete stranger I passed on the street.

With that being said, I also hate people. Introvert problems right?

I have a really weird sense of humor. Actually I blame it on non functional brain. It's normal.

But all the time my mind is a muddled mess.

Actually, I really feel bad for the people who speak to me in any form of conversation, because I make no sense and they've probably checked me off as mentally insane.

MOVING ON. I said my brain was a mess didn't I?

I love life. And regardless of how I may feel sometimes, I really, really love it. It makes me happy inside. Simply the fact that I get to live in this postcard worthy place. I'm very lucky.

I also love lightning and thunder storms. I am always such a big nerd about it. Like run outside and jump up and down and dance in the rain while proclaiming how amazing this is and oh my gosh the sheer profoundness of this universe. Think about....it's like giant dominoes crashing together in the sky producing giant sparks of light that show themselves for a thousandth of a second....mind blown.

I also really like sunsets. It's like the final hurrah for the day, leaving us in the pale moonlight. The sun leaving to spread it's warmth somewhere else....creating painted skies, casting showdows in the trees and leaving the mountains majestic and bold, in the last evening light. They are beautiful and they leave me in awe of the vastness and amazingness of this world. 

Did I mention that I love the universe?