As I sit on the steps of the circle center monument in Indianapolis, I feel lucky.
My life has been nothing but adventure, change, and excitement. Those are things that I never really saw for myself considering the younger me never wanted to be away from my New Jersey home and family.
But here I am, living in Indianapolis. This is the third time that I’ve moved away from home. I first moved away to Connecticut, then to Massachusetts, and now I’m going to school for journalism in the racing capital of the world.
I grew up traveling all over the country with my family to watch my dad drive racecars. I’m so happy that I got to spend all these years close with my family, experiencing so many different racetracks.
Racing has taken me places that I never thought I would go; I’ve seen countless new places in my 23 years of life. I’ve travelled so many miles, and I somehow never get truly tired of it. Sometimes I feel like I spend more time in a car than I do out of a car. And I’m okay with that. Not many people my age could say that they willingly spent their childhood, teenage years, and early twenties stuck on the road with their parents and brothers.
I cant’t help but think that if I wasn’t raised that way, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I wouldn’t be living in Indianapolis, I wouldn’t have found my love for photography, I wouldn’t be as close as I am with my family, I wouldn’t have met my boyfriend, and I wouldn’t have met my lifelong friends that share the same interest and passion as I do for racing.
I’ve learned that the racing world is a world like no other. Whether it’s asphalt or dirt, there’s a mutual understanding of the sport and everyone’s love and connection to it (no matter how much drama goes on). We are all there for the same thing. With my dad, both brothers, and boyfriend all racing different cars and clubs, it’s been easy to meet more and more people. I can honestly say I’ve met some of the greatest people through racing.
With experiencing both types of racing, I’ve realized: For as big as the racing world is, it’s also a small world. It always seems like somehow, someone knows this person, who knows that person, who knows so-and-so…
To this day, I would choose going to a racetrack over going out to a party or anywhere else, and I’m sure most racers could relate. Racing is the biggest part of my life. There’s something about showing up to a racetrack on a sunny day, seeing your friends and crews, hearing and seeing the racecars on the track. Race day brings a different type of happiness to me. You will never see me happier than when I’m at a racetrack. (Seriously. Ask anyone who knows me.)
I’ve never seen a life without racing and I don’t really know where I’d be without it. I wouldn’t want to live this crazy life any other way.