Home

Tonight I dug through early college assignments to go down memory lane.  This was from my Creative Writing class and I did very little critiquing to keep it as close to the original as possible.

A “home” is known to have many definitions.  When I walk up that concrete driveway and step through that heavy white door, I want my relatives to greet me with arms wide open.  The greatest feeling in the world is a hug so tight it almost stops your circulation and makes it difficult to inhale and exhale.

                                                   

A home is where memories are created; the good and the bad.  It’s where you took those first baby steps on that cold tiled floor and tripped over your own tiny feet and fell on your behind.  Thank goodness for that cushioned diaper!  It’s where your first pet goldfish died a couple days after your mother purchased it.  Soon after, she bought you a new pet to lift up your spirits.

Home is a place where your loved ones are supportive in every decision you make; whether it’s to travel 1,000 miles away to continue your education or to move out on your own in a studio apartment to become more independent.

Home is where you can be yourself.  You don’t have to pretend to be something that you aren’t.  You can run around barefoot and smack yourself senseless; giving everyone a good laugh.  Tears will fill their eyes as they hold their hands to their stomach and try not to fall out of their chairs.

A home is where you can curl up on your bed after a long day of work and relax your mind, body, and soul.  You can daydream as you try to fight your eyelids from shutting, and when you’ve finally given up and realize you can’t win, you’ll fall into a deep sleep.  That’s until you hear the irritating beep of your alarm clock, waking you up to start a brand new day and create more meaningful memories.