Call Me a Bird

We've all had a conversation with a friend where we ponder what the other would be if they were an animal. It may because of a physical feature that lends to a certain animal or their demeanor, but typically there is an animal that comes right to mind. Most of the time, I consider myself a cat. I love sleeping and have moments of high energy, but for the most part, a warm blanket and silence are my two favorite things. It also helps that my nickname for most my childhood was Alli Cat.

Well, I finally cleaned my room this afternoon. My desk has been covered with crap since I moved in here nearly two years ago. I think I've studied on it all of three times. I am such a hoarder. I have a sentimental heart and fret when it comes to giving or throwing things away. The memories attached to them cause them to stay long past their due.

At the age of twenty one, I have furnished the entire downstairs of my apartment on my own. My mom says I'm "nesting," but guys, this is more than a TV, couch, and coffee table. It looks like a home. I am not just the typical college apartment dweller. There's no room for a beer pong table. I live like I'm already thirty and settled down.

Reflecting on this, I realized that the more accurate animal to compare myself to would be a Magpie.

It's funny because before this I already had a fascination with Crows more than any other bird. I love their beautiful black wings. The way their wings reflect the sun bringing out blues and purples, that iridescence, is mesmerizing to me. Come to find out, Magpies are in the Crow family.

So, if you had to think of yourself as an animal, what would you be, and why?