Personal Narrative: My Rhetoric Journey

I spent a childhood traveling because my mother was mentally ill. She was running away from perceived malevolence and we stayed in homeless shelters in different states. Consequently, I became enriched by varying experiences.

My earliest memories trace back to Detroit, Michigan. Jumping to New York City at 6-years-old and later New Jersey. My childhood was wrapped in travel with elementary schools as backdrops and faceless friends as supporting characters.

I've lived almost everywhere for the briefest of times. My nomadic life has given me a gift: Wanderlust. A yearning desire to keep traveling, and for that I'm grateful.