I recently read a lot about my personality type and one of the negatives of being a person like me is that we tend to not reflect on our past experiences enough. I don’t want this to be true for me.
I’ve never written about myself like this on Tumblr. So here goes. I wasn’t born into any money, and I wasn’t born into a functional family. Mom left when I was six (or somewhere around there), and Dad is a brick mason. A good man who did his best. He’s the reason I am who I am today. I was raised by him and my older brother in Chesapeake, Virginia - if I ever seem a little uncouth (which I certainly do), it’s probably because I was raised by two men. Dad tried to instill “lady values” but didn’t push too hard, I think, because we both knew that “lady values” are bullshit. I wouldn’t go back and change anything. Dad always said “Never follow the pack.”
Chesapeake is a shitty city that’s half poor and half suburbs. Guess which half we were in? I remember one year, Dad only made $8,000. But I never felt poor. We got by. I don’t think my brother ever fully recovered from our mother leaving us. And if you end up seeing this, Tyler, forgive me for saying it publicly. It’s not your fault she left us. I never fully recovered, either.
Anyway, I was fascinated by airports and airplanes, having never been on one until I was 21 years old. I cried the first time I left the ground. I felt overwhelmed. Since then, I’ve been on an airplane many times. Thanks to Tumblr, thanks to my friends abroad, thanks to Couchsurfing.org. I just wanted to take the time to list the places I’ve been - so I never forget. I don’t want to forget where I came from and where I’ve been. And I want to stay excited about where I’m going.
So, that’s about it for now, I guess. I need to go west. I think I wrote this mostly for myself.