I remember my first trip to New York. My aunt was a flight attendant and told me to pick a place. I was about 18 and I chose New York. We landed at dusk and checked into the hotel.  My aunt went over the next day’s itinerary with the exactness of an instructor giving you precise directions. I could hardly wait. “Ok, and what about tonight.”  “Lora, this is not San Antonio, you don’t go out at night here”.  I knew that wasn’t right because, surely New Yorkers went out at night. 
I insisted I go out, even if I made a right turn, walked two blocks crossed the street and made a left turn and cam back to the hotel. She allowed to me go and it was the beginning of what would be my obsession with people watching and taking in all of the creativity and excitement of New York. I finally felt like I fit in. I had always been quirky and creative and slightly different. But in New York, everyone was unique. It allowed me to be the artist I’d always dreamt of being and really did start my journey into art and fashion and repurposing clothing. 
I will forever be grateful to ,y aunt who not only took me, but allowed me to walk and take in New York on my own my own terms.  Here’s to everyone who has never quite fit in. Hang on, your tribe is out there somewhere, it’s just a matter of finding them,