New York, hands down. I don't want to be there in the winter, but even then it's an amazing place.

I live in a constant state of hyperbole.

Both my best and worst memories are of my time in Nicaragua. The experience as a whole was totally redeeming and amazing. It sounds so cliche, but I don't care because I'm saying that from the heart. I stayed with a host family and went back to the same kind of rural farming village outside of Managua.

New York, hands down. I don't want to be there in the winter, but even then it's an amazing place.

On Christmas, my family and I see a movie and go out for Chinese food. We dont celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense, in that we do not actually celebrate Christmas.

When I was 15 and then 16 years old, I spent two summers in Nicaragua for a service project. I took Spanish classes the first week and got acclimated to Central America. I loved it.

I really can't watch myself. I just get too in my head about it and start overthinking everything.