About Me

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 I’m currently earning a BS in Anthropology with a minor in Psychology and certification in Evolutionary Medicine from Arizona State University. From there, I’ll be pursuing my journey to nursing school to become a helping hand for the people. To heal and to understand through shared experiences and tangible care.

I’m especially interested in:

  • Cooking/Baking

  • Holistic Healing

  • Lego Building

  • Healthy habits

  • Lifelong Learning

  • Reading

  • Songwriting and Singing

Many people find themselves a specialist in certain fields. Many prefer to blindly go through the motions. — I'm not here just to conduct research, but to build a bridge between people and their curiosity. I am the thread and I am the weaver. I serve as a guide and a trusted friend. So let's pass the plate, because I'm hungry for more information!

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