On October 6, 2017, my cousin died—he was 18 years old, a swimmer. He died in practice. I booked a one-way ticket to LAX. From the time I made the decision until the flight was 6 hours. Left my house, left my business. I wanted to find myself. After his death I came here to figure out who I want to be while doing what I love, which is working with my physical intelligence or gift and cultivating my emotional intelligence—researching, reading. Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations means a lot to me. He was emperor of Rome who wrote about the idea of stoicism, to live minimally, to let go of everything.
I’m living in a van that I rent. When I came here I challenged myself to stop social media. It’s over a year. I use the public library and read articles. I take challenges on food—I fast for 24-48 hours: just coffee, water, cigarettes. I still have a house in Pennsylvania. I’m still in touch with my family. I’m trying as hard as I can to be a better human being.