being an only child is you learn to cry alone and wipe off your own tears and snot.You don’t go sobbing to a big brother or complain to your little sister about what she doesn’t have to go through – yet. I think you don’t expect protection and instead you learn to give it. Nobody wants to hear you complain – you suck it up. That’s the mentality that you learn as the only kid. You’re responsible and you take care of your parents because there simply isn’t anyone else to do it. You live and learn to rely on yourself, and it toughens and hardens you. You’re out there flying solo.
Even when you get older, you have that compelling need to take care of people but at the same time, remain independent. When your parents aren’t around, you gotta take care of yourself but there’s always an empty feeling and maybe it’s a human thing. So you somehow try to fill that void by caring for those around you. Your friends become your extended family in a way, well you try at least.
Premedical student on a journey to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. In and between, I like to ponder the meaning of life. So this is a start-up experimental documentation of that journey. And on the side what I love in life: good food, photography, and music. 
