I never intended for Orlando to become my homeland. The coffeeshops, karaoke bars, dog parks, and gay community made me feel alive the moment I opened myself up to them. My heart cracked into a million pieces the moment a rejection letter came from Cooper Union where I intended to study Visual Art. Orlando picked up the pieces one experience at a time: working at a vegan restaurant, getting published in an art magazine, and dancing my ass off at gay clubs.
I’ve succeed in getting past my ego. I’ve learned that this city, smack dab in the middle of the sunshine state, can grow into something much brighter than Walt Disney World.