My name is Mitchie Torres, I'm nineteen, and I'm a nomad. It happened on my sixteenth birthday; I decided to finally to tell my family I was gay. They kicked me out, told me I was a bad influence on my little sister, Maddie. She was six when I left. The only things my parents let me leave with were some clothes, my guitar, my laptop, and my iPod.
I didn't have many friends, and the ones I did have were very homophobic. So, for the rest of high school, I to live in my car.
After high school, I drove to California live with my older sister, Dallas. I was only seventeen and I couldn't live on my own. After about a year, Dallas gave me a loan to buy my own place. Instead of doing that, I made some smart investments and got double of what she loaned me in an about a week. You would think after making all of that money, I would settle down. I didn't, instead, I bought a new car and traveled the country. I would get a stable job to keep myself busy, jump from hotel to hotel, and after about a month, I would quit my job and go somewhere new.
I've had very few relationships, mostly because I had to leave so suddenly.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever decide to stay in one place. I know that if I ever do, it'll be for someone special. I hope I find that person soon.