When I moved, I was bombarded by a completely foreign culture.
By sophomore year, however, I realized that compromising myself in order to fit in was a mistake.
But as various conflicting influences crept into my life--Liberal vs. I needed to appreciate Houston's voice and learn from its stories as much as it needed to hear mine, and my shoes grew dirtier every day as each person's testimony helped solidify and expand my own.
As I walk, one can first make out "Cheyenne yo yo" engulfing the right inner canvas, weaving through clasps and eventually boarding "PORTLAND!!!
We had all journeyed to the TD Garden from wherever we were in our lives to see Tom Petty perform.
I knew his music because my mother had shared it with me.
By sharing his music, Tom Petty gave me a striking awareness of 19,580 people that live and feel alongside each other. Lights flashing beyond my eyelids, I could feel what it was like to live more lives than just my own.
Tom Petty's art described his life, but it has weaved its way into those of so many others.
As I grew more comfortable with expressing my beliefs, I began heading projects to install a bike rack around campus and took to writing more iconoclastic political pieces in English class.
My left shoe houses various meme references, chords from songs I have written, sketches of the latest NASA star cluster discoveries, practice lines of Italian greetings from when I was set on learning it, and "Lorrie Lake Ln." in small cursive letters.