Living with my mother in North Carolina and visiting my father monthly in Maryland, I became use to domestic travel early on. I went on my first international trip at 12, after traveling to San Francisco, California for a family reunion. My family decided to spend the day, driving to Tijuana, Mexico, right across the border. I remember crossing the border, border patrol having to check our car and ID’s, and as a child, wondering what was the big deal? After arriving, I soon learned the harsh reality that so many Mexicans were living; limited drinking water, unsanitary living conditions, and extreme poverty. I remember children the same age as me, if not younger, trying to sell candy and souvenirs for little to nothing. After returning back to NC, I became curious to the world beyond the US.