When I was eighteen, I experienced a summer of change and uncertainty. I was living out the last season of my teenage years, and was anticipating my first year of art school in the fall. It was then when I would begin my first leg of my journey to live out a teenage dream: to become a graphic novelist and be recognized for the stories I told.

Looking back, I have to wonder if I was young and optimistic, or young and dangerously delusional.