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About Me — Steffany Ritchie
Is this thing on?
I really don’t like writing these it turns out, this is my third attempt! Awkward introvert comfortable with oversharing *indirectly* oh sure, sign me up. But a full-on introduction is my idea of hell. You’re judging me already aren’t you?
Anyway, hi, I’m Steff. What even is this picture? It’s me in front of a witch-themed sandcastle in Florida, I suck at taking artfully posed staring into the mid-distance thoughtfully while I sip my cappuccino shots. I live in Scotland, not Florida, but 99% of my Scotland pics are group shots in a pub or standing in a rainy gray landscape and no one wants to see that.
What does anyone really want to know reading these? Do you really care what college I went to or where I grew up? If I tell you too much you could steal my identity, I am very lazy with passwords!
Ok well since you asked nicely, I grew up in Virginia — Norfolk to be specific. Willoughby Spit to be even more specific, yep that’s right, a place named after spit. Actually, it was named after some dude named Willoughby and put there by a hurricane a few hundred years ago.
Unsurprisingly that made us, you guessed it, a hurricane magnet thereafter. My first claim to fame was being on the cover of a local paper posing happily in waist-deep water as a kid: if memory serves it was Gloria but I could be wrong there, the hurricanes are all a blur really! We weren’t afraid of hurricanes in the 80s, no siree bob!
Hurricanes were a chance to party with the lights out! We got the day off school, a chance to see huge waves at the bay and score big shells and other cool stuff the sea washed up. (Obviously evacuate your precious children if a hurricane is coming towards you, the outlaw ways the Boomers raised Gen X are not to be emulated!).
Anyway, what else. I am an only child, I hope I don’t fit too many stereotypes of the brethren but yah know, I am an unquestionable introvert who read a ton as a kid, was/am a daydreamer, and all that stereotypical only child stuff. I was lucky I always had friends, but I never had or have trouble amusing myself. I “vant to be alone” like Garbo, it refuels my brain/sanity like nothing else, and no, living through a pandemic with another person in the house 24/7 is not my idea of…
