I grew up in two households as my parents were separated most my life, therefore I was moving from house to house on a weekly basis. I lived in at least five different cities until I was in high school, therefore that consisted of changing schools and making new friends. I went to three different Junior High Schools within two years, wow! Therefore I have become accustomed to moving. As I am in my mid 30s, I have lived in five countries–United States, Taiwan, Brazil, England and Italy. And within the states, I grew up in Los Angeles which is home, but I have lived in New York City and Berkeley. With all that being said, moving is second nature to me. I think I find being too comfortable in a setting is uncomfortable, change is what keeps me on my toes and constantly creating new beginnings. But then I wonder, will I stop one day? I think the longest I have lived in the same city was five years in New York City, however I did change within different neighborhoods on a yearly basis, and I did leave to Brazil for a few months. Hmm… I did live in the same house for fours years once, it was my mother’s home when I was around ten years old. Other than that, as I reflect on it now and 35 years into my life, it was made up of moving. I guess that has made me okay with being alone, and finding time alone is needed to recharge. And those homes I do live in I try to find a sanctuary in each one of them. Now that I have lived internationally and done so alone, I guess moving overseas is like someone moving to a different town in the same state. It has become some sense of normal, and it is with curiosity that drives me. To see myself as I evolve from one place to another, and see how I have lived differently in each one is interesting. It is like each chapter is its only story, therefore there are multiple stories in one story.