About Myself
I am a 22-year-old caucasian female from Palm Beach County, FL. I attend a small, private Christian university here: Palm Beach Atlantic University. My major is print journalism. My dream is to be a photographer for ESPN; my goal (which I was told by a teacher in high school is something that should be set to be obtainable) is to be a photographer for a small-town newspaper in a state where there are more trees than people.
Not a big fan of Florida.
Why I'm Blogging
I have issues that I need to vent. Things that I need to say that I don't feel I can say out loud. Maybe by typing it all out and reading it to myself, I can rationalize a decent way of bringing it up in conversation. It sounds a bit ridiculous, but I'm hoping it will work.
I use the letter I a lot in my writing. I (heh heh) apologize for that. But this blog is about me, my life, my problems, and my developing relationship with Christ. It sounds selfish because it is. I want to write about me. That's the subject that I know the best, and a great writer once said that you should write what you know. I can't exactly write a manual on how to take a picture, or how to reduce red-eye in your photographs; it's been done. But no one has written about me.
A Brief Overview of My Life (To Be Elaborated Upon at a Later Date)
I was born in 1985 in Florida. When I was a baby, my parents moved us up to Massachusetts. Times were hard with finances, but we never lacked love. I have a sister who is three years older than I. She was my idol growing up. I always wanted to be just like her.
After nine years and many happy memories, we moved to Florida to be closer to my ailing paternal grandparents. I hated it instantly. The warm weather does not suit me. My father took a job at the prison in Belle Glade; then he worked selling tools; then he jumped around working for different construction companies. He slowly worked his way up, and where we came to Florida with little money, he is now bordering on being wealthy. He owns his own contracting business. My father is the epitome of the American dream: he has worked hard his entire life, worked with his bare hands, worked to build a great life for my family.
As far back as I can remember, my mother had worked as a receptionist in doctors' offices. She took ill in the late 90s, and was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. After so many years of being very active (Girl Scout leader, PTA, you name it), she is now disabled. She stays at home, and collects checks from Social Security. My mother is very dramatic, and often plays for sympathy off of her disease. She is a good woman, just in pain and distressed.
We now live in a nice home with a pool and a great view of the lake. It is hard to believe that we once lived in a house in Marlborough, MA, that had squirrels living in the walls. It is also hard to believe that I would rather be back at that house right now than anywhere else in the world.
That's my life so far.
