My parents immigrated to Nebraska in the late 90’s following their wedding. The question I get asked most often is how I ended up here… My dad was offered an opportunity to study in Nebraska on a scholarship granted to one person a year. In the midst of pursuing his education, he was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and given 3 months to live. He received his diploma a day after he passed away. Since I was a child, I’ve been acutely aware of how fleeting time is, and how some never live to see their dreams come to fruition. My whole life, my mom expressed deep regret, sorrow, and anger. There were many points in my life where picking up the pieces felt like my never-ending responsibility. It’s been a constant mental battle to prevent my struggles from negatively affecting my own mindset and path. To be honest, this whole year didn’t feel like I was doing much, my money was trickling faster than I could manage and I was starting to feel weighted by my lack of planning and impulsivity ...