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HOME

I like to say there are three places that made me who I am so far. I was born in Fresno, California, also known as the armpit of America. It is never the end destination. At thirteen I was sent to boarding school in Monterey, which was meant to refine me. I suppose it did, from an academic standpoint. All my time apart from boarding was then spent in Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz was always more than just a place to me, but a feeling. Home.

FUTURE

I don’t love to think about my future because I know what I want but getting there intimidates me. This is weird because, in reality, my goals are humble. There are handfuls of outcomes I would be more than happy with, whether I live in a beachfront mansion or a yurt or a trailer. I don’t want children, and I want to live intentionally. I need to live near the ocean and be able to surf. Other than that, the rest is up to whatever path I stumble upon.

PARENTS AND IDOL

My mom is a wild woman. She is the life of the party. My temper is as short as hers, but she is more put together and caring than I think I could ever be. My dad is a businessman in every way. I am similar to him in that we both value authenticity and reject a lot of modernity, but we differ in so many ways i cannot even outline them.

EXPECTATIONS

I hated every second of boarding school. But I did well and I didn’t know why. When I got into to USC, the best of all my options, I expected my parents to be proud. Finally we would agree on my academic institution. They were not. They urged me to go to Cal Poly because ‘only spoiled kids go to USC.’ I was sad and then pissed as f*ck. This was when my expectations for self were established. I was proud of myself and I was going to be, regardless of their definition of success. So, my expectations for myself, are my own.

ANIMAL WORLD

I am most like a baleen whale, mainly because they are ocean dwellers. They eat by straining krill and phytoplankton through their baleen. They are cool traveling in groups or alone. They move slow but travel far.

NATURE KINGDOMS

When I was about ten years old, my house was the hang out for the neighborhood. I had three brothers and one sister so many of the neighborhood boys would come over to get into trouble with us. There was a tin bucket with two handles on the side that our parents often used as a cooler during dinners. We tied a thirty- ish foot long rope to the two handles and then tied it together at the top. We threw Bailey Stine, the smallest of the neighborhood groms, into the bucket, threw the rope over a branch of the tree, and hoisted him about 40 feet into the air. A fun, bad idea.