It wasn't that long ago that I picked my name.
My favorite name in the world is Nathan, and for the longest time I thought it was going to be my name. I really loved it, and it was similar to my birth name (Natalie. Bleh

), so i thought it was perfect. But then I realized, if I were to ever have a son, Nathan is the name I would want for him, not for me. After mulling that over for a while, I figured out that it didn't really fit me anyway. So the search for the right name continued.
So one day, a while after coming out, I was having a conversation about my transition with my best friend. She asked me what my name would be, and when I told her I didn't know, we started listing of names together. Since I'm horrible with coming up with names, I stole all of mine from TV shows. So I started listing names from Glee. Finn, Kurt, Will, Artie...
And then, there it was. Noah Puckerman. Noah. It's perfect. We both loved it. And so my name is Noah.
My middle name was much easier. Robert is my brother's name, my dad's name, my grandpa's name, my great-grandpa's name...I wanted to honor them all, so that's my middle name. Similarly, I wanted to keep my last name.
Noah Robert. It makes me happy just thinking about it.
And that was my long-winded and unnecessary explanation. XD