This I Believe

I believe in a place called home. I believe home is somewhere where no one wants to leave. This year is my first year of college. In the beginning I would have never have thought of going home on the weekends. I loved going out all night with my friends. It didn’t really phase me that I wasn’t going to be able to see my family. I was so excited to be free, and making my own decisions. Now, all I want to be is home. I place where everyone around me, loves me. I place where I get the most amazing, unlimited hugs. I place where I can eat my parents amazing meals. A place where I know I am loved.

Home means many things to me. Home means love and understanding. It means I am where I am supposed to be. The warm fire, my puppy running around, and the smell of home makes me want to be there so bad. I know that my family and my home will always be there for me. I have friends at school, and don’t get me wrong, I like being around them, but they are not family. I love having someone I can tell everything to, someone I don’t have hide anything from. You may get annoyed with your family at times, but you know they will still love you.

I associate home with love. In a movie I recently watched they described family and home perfectly. One of the girls in the movie said that you are meanest to the people you love the most because you know they will always love you (Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants, 2005). That is exactly how I view my family and my home. I know that whenever I go home, there will be love and compassion. Home sweet home is a perfect way of explaining home. It is a sweet place where I find serenity and peace. I may be at school and away from home, but I know it is still there. It is waiting for me to return. I cannot wait to return to the safe and peaceful place that I know and love. The place I call home awaits me.