My Name is Felix, but Who am I?

I’m from snow covered boardwalks.                 Unpredictable winters of New Jersey. I’m from sandy beaches that share the sky with a thousand lights.                 The New York City skyline is viewable from many areas. I’m from a simple but spontaneous home.                 Raised by a single mother, I grew up moving a lot. I’m from book bags and beach towels.                 I learned good grades meant more time outside. I’m from Sunday movie nights.                 From Super bowl sleepovers to Christmas morning presents. I’m from a firm, but caring home.                 From strict military-trained uncles to a mother who kept them balanced. I’m from BBQs, volleyball and “pork roll” breakfast sandwiches that never get old.

There's truly no place like home New Jersey communities tend to live under the shadow of New York City. It helps remind the residents that greater opportunities are out there and because of this I remember growing up and moving away from home was all anyone could talk about in high school. I was one of the lucky few who was fortunate enough to stick with their plans and at 17 years old I enlisted in the military. I bounced around from state to state and have lived everywhere from Mississippi to California. I experienced city-life while living in the Washington DC area for a few years and ultimately, when it was time to return to college I chose here in San Diego (to get out of the cold weather). Now at 24 years old, I learned that through all the moving and traveling, I always end up home at least once a year. As life evolves and becomes more complex I realize the same eagerness that drove me to leave home when I was younger gets replaced by a sense of comfort and f