To say that the town I grew up in was small would be an extreme understatement. The miniscule dot on the map that is Nederland, Texas is often referred to as the armpit of the world by its young adults that “can’t wait to get out of this place.” In Nederland, you know all of your neighbors, never lock your doors, know everyone’s personal business, shop at local boutiques and eat at mom and pop Mexican food restaurants in your free time, and keep a countdown of how many days you have left until you can run far away from Southeast Texas. That was once me. During my first fifteen years of life, I always felt very similar to the massive orca whales in SeaWorld that were too monstrous for their tiny tanks they were refined to. Sure, living in a