The story of my life is a collection of both unfortunate and beautiful events, all of which have led me to meet the most gorgeous people and to ultimately become the person I am today.
Before I found a place in Memphis and began studying at U of M, I faced some trial-and-error (turns out that that’s just a side effect of living).
Everything began, I suppose, when I was three and I moved to Jackson, Tennessee. I was a pretty imaginative kid, always reading and writing and painting. When my parents divorced and my mother moved to Memphis, I was able to visit a place that, in hindsight, inspired so much of my art.
I remember aspects about visiting Memphis throughout my childhood with a nostalgic fondness: dipping my feet into Mud Island’s rivers, playing computer games at Benjamin Hooks Library, and riding the trolley through colorful streets. Even when my mother moved out of the city and I grew older, I always returned to Memphis with friends for a sense of escapism–I always wanted more than my suburban hometown.
In high school I was involved in yearbook, track, and theater, but I still didn’t know what I wanted to do after high school. All I knew was that I liked to write and that I needed to be in a place that inspired me.
The first year I went away to a university, I found myself in a foreign city with an experience that paled in comparison to what I had imagined for my college years. I often found myself bored and unhappy. I felt like something was missing, so I decided to take a leap of faith and transfer to the University of Memphis.
Truth be told, I have only lived in Memphis for a little over a week, but I can say that I’m not disappointed in the least. I’ve eaten phenomenal tacos from a taco truck, I’ve experienced the iconic 901 Day, I’ve found the cutest local bookstore (novel.) and I’ve managed to make it a week through my classes at U of M. I’ve also landed an internship at probably the coolest place ever, Crosstown Concourse, with Choose901. I truly can’t wait to see what else the city has to offer.