When they’re growing up, most people emulate their parents—soaking up the bands they like, their political inclinations, and their religious views, even if they don’t realize it. I was exactly the opposite. My mother was a staunch Catholic, and in high school, I joined a Baptist church to spite her. This backfired when it turned out she was just happy to have me following any faith (except for the “Oriental” ones, of course). My father was married to work, so I dreamt of traveling and seeing the world outside a cubicle. I wanted to spin the globe, point to a spot on its hard plastic surface and just go.
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