The Verge

Travel comes in many different forms. You can travel from your room to the next room. From your house to across the street to that old gas station. I suppose anyone going over this is expecting some amazing adventurous travel story from almost any one (if not most) of the contestants. Well, I don't have one.
The biggest move I've ever made, alone, was when I moved from Pennsylvania to New York. Originally, I am from New York and have never liked Pennsylvania. Some told me to give it a chance, but I couldn't, considering the fact that I felt detached from the world at the time of moving.
My mother seemed to draw far from my and my father had been gone from my life for a while. I was 10 when I moved to Pennsylvania and 18 when I moved back to New York. That was the biggest move of my entire life. I don't make much money, only what I get from washing dogs and because of the storm, I lost my job.
Since I have been in New York, I have had ambition to go to school and to reach forth with my life in any way. I love photography, writing, and graphic design, but I want my college experience to be worth while. Something where I can display what I love.
I am 19 now and I feel like I have done nothing with my life. I am here, I sit, I am on the computer looking for a job or I go out, "door-to-door", and search for a job. It is difficult, but I am taking a chance with this contest. This probably is not the type of travel story you are looking for and some of you reading this would probably say this belongs in the section where I tell you about why I should get this scholarship and what this means to me, but in reality, this is my travel story. A girl who comes from a very broken home of mental neglect and many other problems outside of family and a girl who just needs something to know there's a little chance of making it as a writer.
Life is never going to be sugar and lollipops, but there is a glimpse of it and this contest is it for me. It would be great if I was chosen, that would be fantastic, but it would be just as fantastic if I was considered.
Everyone has their ups and downs, I just happen to have a lot of downs. When I was entered into a psychiatric ward- twice- I had writing and writing only to comfort me. No one came to visit, no one showed me the ropes. I gained a little more confidence in myself and I lived a little more.
When I moved to New York, I became something other than a lazy female who lives on welfare or paycheck to paycheck. I became a writer.