If you're into personality tests, which you probably shouldn't be given that their scientific validity is fairly suspect, I'm an enneagram type 1 and an INTJ.
Here's a long autobiography that I typed at one point. Skip to the TLDR if you get bored:
I grew up in genteel poverty in south L.A. county. My family had two pianos (an upright and a baby grand -- I never learned to play either, sadly), a quite extensive library of decaying literature and medical texts, most of which I never read, a large but progressively diminishing amount of antique china (earthquakes), and regular stints without water or power. My father died when I was six, and then my mom fell into a 20 year depression.
She took me out of school after 7th grade with the intention of homeschooling me, which amounted to giving me a copy of Wheelock's Latin and telling me to come back once I knew it. You can imagine what I did instead. That lasted until what would have been my sophomore year of high school, at which point she panicked and enrolled me in a dubious independent study program run out of an office building in Long Beach.
I managed to get out when I was 19. My family had spent a few months in San Francisco while my father was undergoing cancer treatments, and my memories of that time -- the happiest of my life until that point -- together with Berkeley being the best school that it was possible to transfer to led me to move to the Bay Area. After so long at home (and later commuting to a JC) and having been largely raised by crazy people on internet message boards, my time at Cal was, socially speaking, my freshman year in high school through my senior year in college compressed into two years--and just as cringe-worthy as you'd imagine--but I made more good friends than bad ones.
I also made the questionable decision of majoring in international development studies (I'd probably have gone into a science if my high school had offered any real science or math beyond algebra, but as it was I really didn't want to be stuck in junior college in South Gate until I was 22, and development seemed like an area in which I could contribute to improving the world) and then graduating in 2008. I moved back home in 2009 thinking that, as an adult, I'd be able to get my mother's dilapidating house and long-delinquent finances in order. I did manage to keep the situation from completely collapsing (at least she still has the house), but I didn't make as much progress as I'd hoped and the price was that I stagnated for two years, so then I did what any reasonable person in the same situation would do and joined the Peace Corps.
I lived in a little village near the Black Sea coast of the Republic of Georgia (in Guria province). I mostly taught K-12 English, although I also did a good deal of university lecturing, human rights education, and rural development work. I built a road using rubble from the ruins of a collective farm, drank copiously from the horns of various animals at more all-night Georgian feasts than I can count, stayed in a refugee camp, explored cave cities, talked to a few ambassadors and Hillary Clinton, and caught parasites while climbing mountains. It was cool.
I got back last year, unsuccessfully looked for an apartment in Alameda for about a month, and then moved in with some friends in Norwalk while I studied for the LSAT. I had to take it twice, which made me miss the 2014 application deadlines, but at least I did pretty damn well the second time.
I'll be in the area for another year and a half. I'm back with my mom at the moment, but now that I've found an LSAT teaching gig it looks like I'll be able to move out pretty soon.
South Gate->Berkeley->South Gate->Tadzrisi->Ozurgeti->Alameda->Norwalk->South Gate