I tested my boundaries when I was 22. I did things that I had never done. I hosted parties. I organized large groups for parties and school projects. I hung out with people at bars, drinking only water.
But when I came back to the Bay Area after that, I had to define the boundaries. Most importantly, I had to be true to myself. How far can I go without losing who I am?
In Buenos Aires, traveling with a diverse set of people, I wonder…how far do I go and when do I say stop? It’s a dance, always a dance.