I’m not going into the proper, supposedly, meaning behind a name. That is too overdone, but how I got my perticular name? That is a fun story. So, imagine a man and a woman sitting in a 70’s era living room, surrounded by dark brown faux wood paneling and sitting on floral (green or orange…take your pick) couches. They are drinking Tang or something orange, IDK I always think about the color orange when I imagine the 70’s for some reason. Anyway, there they were arguing over whether their daughter should be named Amy or Eliza. Neither liked the other’s choice, so since the woman’s name began with a J, my name had to as well. My older brother already had my dad’s name, so that was out. 🙂 #names
Where did my name come from?
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