The whole my life I lived in the state of Kentucky. I was born here, attended a kindergarten, school and college. There were my parents, friends and a lovely dog Steven. All my ancestors lived in the city called Hopkinsville – the one of the biggest city in KY – and have never left this place and even didn’t have a travel. Parents gave me everything, but I wanted something more – freedom. All men in our family were workers, drivers or something like that. And I wanted to be absolutely different. That is why I graduated from the law faculty. I wanted to leave the city, to see the world and to see how people live in other places. I wanted to stop the stupid tradition of our family – to be born, live and die in KY. I wanted to move on to a big city like New York or Los Angeles. And I had a good example. Nick Livingston – a neighboring guy left our city after college for New York City. He was a good specialist in his area. He settled in New York very good – perfect job, cool car, wonderful apartment and beautiful girlfriend. Step by step he reached his goal. When he returned home to visit his parents he was met with laurels. I wanted the same. My ambitions didn’t let me live in Kentucky. I wanted, but I scared. It was some kind of risk. Who knows what I will expected. Nick Livingston is a lucky one. But not everyone can reach success. Big cities like New York receive not everyone. But my wishes won my scares and I decided to try my efforts in Los Angeles. But I had another problem – how to say about my decision to my parents: to go silently and just leave a letter or tearfully pray to let me go or to have a serious talk with them and explain my wishes and intentions. I chose the last variant. I have never had such warm and pleasant conversation with my parents. To my surprise they understood everything and gave me their blessing. So, I was expected a great travel to sunny and hot California.