All my life I’ve felt dramatically different from everyone else. I don’t see the Human race as my own, I don’t see this beautiful planet as my own. I feel like an orphan would feel not knowing who their parents were. I tell you what, and this may sound really corny, but the only time I feel like I’m home is when I see space, watch documentaries about space, or watch films about space… ANYTHING TO DO WITH SPACE! Space is probably the thing I love most in life besides life itself, the idea and the thought of how much there is out there, the vast amount of possibilities there is. Where we come from, where I come from. It literally brings a tear to my eye when I lay outside in the pitch black and focus on the reality of life, looking up at the stars knowing that there could be life orbiting them.