I have come to realize that I am, at times, slow to realize the obvious. For example, my love of reading began in 7nth grade when I would escape to my school’s library to eat lunch. (One of my most rebellious moments, considered students weren’t allowed to eat in the library.) After getting into reading it took me several months to realize that actual people wrote books and that it was a career. However, when I came to that realization, I was hooked.

Fast forward to now, my life is an unhealthy balance of school, work, friends, family, fantasizing about cool stories, trying to put those cool stories on paper, and random rabbit hole research.

I’ve gotten the opportunity to travel the world from living in places like Ecuador and Puerto Rico. Being a part of programs that have given me the chance to spend 7 months living in Hawaii, Israel, and Germany. I’ve also spent a summer studying abroad in Rome, getting to travel around Europe and eat a lot of gelato and drink a lot of coffee…like a lot.

I’m still trying to figure everything out, sometimes succeeding, most times failing. I love reading and writing because of its unique expression of people, life, love, pain, and the entire breath of human experience. I don’t exclusively write about travel, growing up biracial, or living abroad. But I do think these are just a few things that shape my world view and subconsciously influence my writings.

As I am getting ready to graduate college, I’m definitely nervous for what comes next because I literary have no idea what that will look like, but I’m really excited for Act II…