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!!!
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.
Time progressed, however, and dirt, guitar chords, and conversations eventually covered the canvas of the shoes.
When I first moved to Houston in eighth grade, I tried to follow the status quo and keep my shoes white. Ed Sheeran--I began to realize how important it is to listen to the other side and to maintain the confidence to pursue my passions while inspiring others to do the same.
Sandalwood, my friends and I call it--a late-night, post-fast food, teen-angst polluted lake.
Sandalwood is the cosmos and the meaning of God and the Sisyphus-like emotions that we discuss there.
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.