My first memory is of the day my family moved from New Orleans to Little Rock, Arkansas. From this moment on the next fifteen years of my life were in a perpetual state of wondering for how long we would remain in one location. I’ve lived in over eight states across the south, which has given me an interesting outlook on life. I always reference back to these times when people ask me why I decided to move so far away from home at eighteen, rather than taking the many opportunities that were offered to me in my home state where my parents now have returned to for retirement. I suppose there’s a comfort in the unknown for me and that was what moving to New York represented.
Following the pattern laid by my parents I moved to Manhattan on my own over three years ago and I somehow could not imagine living anywhere else. I never imagined I would find a place that I feel so at home in, yet here I am and I do not plan on leaving anytime soon.