From the moment I was born, my life was split between two places - the family home in South Mississippi and our vacation spot in Pensacola, Florida. As a grew up, I realized my definition of home didn't fit the status quo. Combine that with a keen sense of adventure, a hefty dose of trauma and grief, and a love for horses and the ocean, and my journey to define home has been complicated. When I finally found where I belonged, I had to decide if it was worth sacrificing my dreams for.