Nine years ago, October 2015, I was living what some said was the good life. But I was growing concerned with what I was hearing, the words, the language, it sounded like a school yard bully that was running for president. Aside from misogyny and truth, anger and grievance seemed to be the campaign issues and slogans. Media just amplified those messages aided by social platforms. Some said it was just a joke, laughing it off, how could this be serious? I felt it was very serious. Maybe sitting in the house I designed, on the beach in Mexico I had perspective. I’ve always believed the farther away from something the clearer it is. I was having a really bad feeling, not because of my political preferences, but for America. I left the house on the beach in 2017 to pursue a search for what I thought my country was, at least in my mind.