Being an artistic creator is such an integral part of my life that it’s become near impossible to imagine who I’d be without it. I’ve dreamed of getting to write stories and fantastical worlds for the past ten years, ever since I learned it was something I could make a genuine career out of- but I am a writer far beyond the moments I sit down in front of a blank page or document.
My favorite reaction I get when I tell someone my mom is deaf is “What’s that like?” and the answer is that I don’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it to; I’ve never known any different. Imagine I went up to you and asked you what it was like to be alive. It’s hard to explain because you don’t know what it’s like to be dead.
In December of my senior year of high school, I made the decision to take a gap year to focus on myself, my writing, and most importantly, who I am apart from being a student. This decision I believe ultimately changed the course of my life, but beyond just my life, it changed the way I view myself and reminded me of the power of choosing me.
This July, Dominic Fike, one of my favorite musical artists, dropped his new album, Sunburn. I listened to this album religiously all summer, and it led me to get really into his other music. I was only a slight fan of his before, but now I’m obsessed.
A year ago, I wrote a submission for the Fall 2022 issue of This Girls Story that captured my painfully honest feelings about home back then, and still captures my painfully honest feelings about home now. Titled Downpour on South 1st Street, it was a creative essay about the difficult love and connection I felt for my hometown of Austin, Texas.