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.
- I’ve covered much of the East Coast. The beautiful mountains of my home state, Virginia. The Carolinas. Baltimore. New York City, and even been to visit Upstate NY, which was beautiful. I need to spend some time in Georgia.
- Philadelphia. Been a few times. Good food. Saw Die Antwoord in this insane club that had free PBR and Sparx, and had the time of my life.
- Wisconsin. Went with Evan for a family visit.
- Tennessee, for Bonnaroo. Manchester, TN. Out in the middle of fucking nowhere, and the only place I’ve ever been arrested.
- Chicago, to see Dead to Fall’s last show ever. It was windy.
- British Columbia, Canada. My first time on an airplane. Had to get a passport. I stayed for three weeks with two of my best friends (who live there) and had the time of my life meeting new people and getting inappropriately drunk and sexual. Vancouver was a dream come true. So was Vancouver Island - which is the farthest west in North America you can get without going to Alaska. I saw the Milky Way clearly for the first time, and probably 10 shooting stars in an hour or so.
- Puerto Rico. This is too recent for me to sum it up in a small paragraph. It’s still fresh in my mind since I just went in January. I love Puerto Rico, and learned so much. And made so many friends that I will never forget. I am going back, for sure. The neighborhood I’m moving to in NYC is widely Puerto Rican. I find myself strangely endeared.
So, that’s about it for now, I guess. I need to go west. I think I wrote this mostly for myself.