home: an interesting word in my world. i have many "homes."
what makes a home: feelings, people, memories, surroundings, smells.
since i've moved out from family "home" and made way into my own "little home" with friends i've thought a lot about this concept.
then: i also love my home because of what the memories it holds for me and my friends, high school friends, we spent many nights and had some interesting moments and it always makes me smile when i think of them. i also love it when friends decide to come back for a visit!
i love home, i love feeling at home. when i was in london (study abroad) after a long weekends of being away from 27 palace court-usually out of the country. when i returned i gave that sigh of relief that said "i'm home." but i also missed my other home thousand of miles away.
now: i love the moments when i come home to my family after a week of friends, but am always ready to come home to my friends. i'm odd, i know it, and i think very interesting things.
As i get ready to move into the DG house, that will technically be my "home" but i feel as though i have many homes in every place i've lived.
harvard yale, 1267 starlit LB, Ca, 27 Palace Court, and soon to be 100 south. i love my homes, all of them. i even love all of my friends and families homes that i have grown up in, they bring back that same sense of "home."
here is a list of what i love about home:
mom, dad, sam, and court
smells of the kitchen and familiar candles
moms cooking and dads favorite snacks
diet cokes in my fridge
my bed
sister in my bed
memories
family albums and pictures on the wall
feeling of safety and acceptance
selfless parents and entertaining brother
best friend, sister court
and since i've moved out i realize how much i love: heat, internet, t.v., food, cooking, carpet, dish soap, laundry, bathroom space, mirrors, proper lighting, you know all the things you think you CAN live with out until you HAVE to live without them :) its great being home...