I am a 20-something named Whitney, which should suffice as more than enough of a biography.

But in case that isn’t satisfactory, I’m a former English Major of the Year, grad school drop-out, editorial assistant with a love of dresses, poetry, red wine, and semi-colons (also, parentheses). I’m addicted to Starbucks’ Iced Coffee and I own more purses than pairs of underwear. Sarajevo is my favorite city in the world (I’ve seen a bit of it to know), and ideally I would be independently wealthy enough to sit in the Bascarsija, drinking Turkish coffee, writing really terrible prose for the rest of my life. I adore used bookstores and the smell of musty, old paperbacks. Music sounds best on vinyl, but I carry my iPod wherever I go.

I’ve been a school secretary, a salad-maker, a video store manager, a nursing home dishwasher, a Purple People Bridge Climber, an obituary writer, and a legislative researcher. I’m currently a resident of Nashville, though by no means would I call it home. I’ve lived in New York and Washington, DC, but my roots are in Cincinnati. I frequently have quarter-life crises, but only sometimes are they worth mentioning.