Home Means Orlando

In 1995, I was 5 years old. My family relocated to Orlando from Connecticut. I remember we lived in Azalea Park at the time. I recall riding bikes, roller blading, doing all kinds of fun outdoor activities with other kids in the neighborhood. There was also memories of video games, pizza parties, going back to school shopping at the Fashion Square Mall or the KMart on Semoran/Curry Ford. And outings at Lake Eola.

My late father worked as a dump truck driver and helped build many roads and highways in Orlando that people use today. My maternal grandmother was a grand opening cast member at what is now Disney’s Hollywood Studios. We often used her park passes to go to Disney World, something many save for years to do, was like a regular thing for us.

I went on to graduate from Freedom High School in 2008 and lived in Orlando for another 8 years when my career took me to Las Vegas. Orlando is truly an amazing city and I wouldn’t have wanted to grow up anywhere else.

While life in Vegas has certainly been an adventure, I am looking forward to returning home to Orlando, permanently.

Here in Nevada the license plates say “Home Means Nevada” and while my life in Las Vegas has been great, there’s no place like home. For me, Home Means Orlando