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Kelee - Platteville, Colorado
Entered on December 3, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: environment

I believe that there really is no place like home. I know it sounds cliché and it is in a movie, but it is true and I’ve just now come to realize it. When you are gone elsewhere, what do you think of? You think of your family and your home. Nothing can compare to your home and nothing can make up for it.

I have family in Arizona and I visit often, usually every summer. I always have fun the first day or two, and then I start missing home. I just spent a week in Arizona for Thanksgiving vacation. The weather was great. It was in the 70’s and it rained several times. I wanted snow though. I wanted to see the snow capped mountains and the snow covered trees. My whole family was there, including my parents and siblings. I thought that having my family there would make it fun, but I still missed Colorado. However, having a piece of home with me was nice.

Going from Colorado to Arizona, there’s nothing there to resemble home. I didn’t like being surrounded by cactuses when I missed being surrounded by trees and grass. I have grown so use to the diverse and beautiful scenery of Colorado that I began to dislike the desert landscape. It just was not home.

I can see this happening to many people. I can most certainly see it happening to the soldiers fighting in Iraq. I can understand how difficult it may be for them, of course on a different level. But they’re in a whole different world down there. I don’t think I would ever be able to overcome my longing for home if I were in their shoes.

I said one day, “Arizona puts me in a bad mood”. But it’s really not Arizona that does it. It was me. I put myself in that bad mood because all I wanted was to go home. I knew that wasn’t the right way to act and that I should just tough it out and enjoy my time down there. But does anyone ever stop missing home? Home shapes who you are, who you will be, and what you do. It’s your childhood, your oldest memories, your background. Who wouldn’t miss that? Maybe some have a home their whole lives; a real home. And maybe some find what they call their home later on in their lives. But whatever the case, there’s no place like home.