When I was hurled into Texas, I was miserable when I didn't express myself within the Kinkaid-bubble.
However, I quickly began to realize that I didn't have to like Ed Sheeran or keep my shoes M7652-000 to enjoy life.
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.
" I met Cheyenne through Freshman year volleyball and we were friends because I tried; I borrowed cowboy boots for football games, didn't discuss my quirky music, and washed my shoes.
As I grew, however, it was our differences that brought us together.In college, where everyone works on discovering "who they are" or what their place is in the world, I know I can provide not only diversity of thought, but can educate people through my own stories on how crucial it is to maintain an open-minded ideology towards the world and an individual's power to change it.On one hot night in a dark room at the heart of Boston, I became friends with 19,580 people in one single moment.It meant something to her and it meant something to me.His music meant something different to every person in that room and all those meanings, all infinite number of them, wrapped around the music notes and existed in harmony on that July night. It was as if I could hear the heartbeats of every person in that room, pulsing along with the rhythm of the music.Imagine trying to count how many people have ever been inspired by the Beatles!Music is an honesty that you embrace more than escape.Learning to embrace and assess so many dissonating ideas has enabled to grow more into myself--it makes me more nonpartisan and has educated me on what it truly means to listen to the other side.Now, whether it's Texas or Oregon, Republican or Democrat, my life is a playlist of contradictions.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!!!