I grew up in a section of Florida where dollar stores are born more often than people, and the most interesting thing to do is leave or daydream about leaving. 

To rectify the mundanity of my childhood, when I turned 17, I moved to the bustling (ha) city of Orlando for UCF to pursue law, graphic design, psychology, or who knew what. Inevitably, none of these details were quite right, so I course-corrected to SCAD, Atlanta, to study Film. 

I veered off-path a few more times, cramming the car with furniture and trash bags full of clothes until the windows nearly cracked. When I let off the gas, I found myself on a beach near Tampa, kayaking with a snow-white husky-wolf named Ghost on Lake Austin, not exactly fitting in with the country scene of Nashville, and all the way to Denver, where I completed ad school and got the gist of the world’s mountain ranges. 

Finally, ready for a scene change, I swam off to LA to start my career at Deutsch.