Where to start? How am I supposed to boil down myself and my life into a few cursory words on a page? First, a word about the blog’s title:

Why Millennial?

I’m 26, hence the millennial moniker. I grew up in the age of increased digital reliance and increasingly transient personal relationships that are often virtual or fleeting. I grew up in an age when people were awakening to a modern society where everything is on demand, with Twitter, which I love, being the most obvious embodiment of the ethos of instant gratification, but also instant and unlimited information. We’re unlike any generation before us because we largely haven’t lived in a world that wasn’t completely interconnected. Unlike my parents, I don’t know what it would be like to have my car break down and have to walk to a gas station or the nearest house and beg to use somebody’s phone. I don’t know what it’s like to have to wait until the Evening News with Dan Rather to find out what’s going on in the world. Millennials are used to not only getting information instantly, but having the option of interpreting it ourselves rather than getting fed information and having to work to dig out and figure out what we’re not being told. Now everything is a Google Search away.

Why unanchored?

I don’t really have a hometown. Asking somebody where they’re from shouldn’t be a difficult question to answer. It really shouldn’t. Most people are able to answer in one or two words, and that instantly tells the other person who they are to a certain degree. By knowing where somebody is from, one gets a general idea of the collective values and culture somebody grew up in. Whether we like it or not, our place of origin or upbringing tells a lot about who we are. It tells our values, our priorities, what values and cultures we choose to embrace or reject, and it gives somebody an anchor that helps others interpret their journey to their current self, whatever that may be.

Often, people who don’t have a hometown are military. When I tell people I lived in Taiwan as an elementary school student, people often ask if I’m military. What I want to say is “Do you know how big of a diplomatic issue that would be? Have you never heard of the One China Policy?!” But I don’t. I say that my parents got jobs in education there.

I’m getting ahead of myself. I grew up as the child of a southern baptist pastor, and my parents were actually employed as missionaries in Taiwan for several years. I was born in Texas because my parents were grad students in Fort Worth. My dad at Southwestern Seminary and my mom at the University of Texas at Arlington. I moved from Texas to Taiwan, to my mom’s hometown of Jackson, Tennessee, to southern New Mexico, to Kentucky, all in the name of ministry. I don’t have a succinct background, and that’s why I’m unanchored.

I am a child of the South, where I have deep roots. I’m also a child of immense international exposure and passion for a world bigger than myself. That’s why I love New York City, and that’s why I love culture and food. I love cross cultural interactions, and I love art, architecture, design, fashion, and nature.

Join me!

Join me on a journey of self-discovery. A journey where I don’t claim to have things figured out. A journey where all I guarantee is that I’ll be honest with you and frank with what I feel and how I interpret my surroundings and how they impact my future, which I don’t know the shape of. I can’t wait to share, and I can’t wait to hear what you think.