Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Home Feels Like.....

Home to me has many different meanings. My home changes everywhere I go. During the school year, Cushing is my home. During the summer, I live at the house I grew up in. Occasionally, I'll stay at a friend's house or visit family for a few weeks. I make their house, my home. I am so comfortable around those people, that I really do feel at home. Although, I may not be sleeping in my own bed, it is the people whom I live with that make me feel at home. At Cushing, I have made so many friends and a few very good friends that I would trust with my life. I was able to adjust quickly to the environment at a boarding school, something that was new to me and I've enjoyed it so much. My parents like to tell me, like any parent would, that I am ungrateful, but honestly, I am so glad they've given me this opportunity to enrich my life. When I'm not living at home, with my wonderful sisters, or lying in my own bed, dreaming away my future, I am comfortable to be here, at Cushing, a second home to me. When visiting family or a friend, usually I have a blast because they know just what to do to make me feel at home, and they do not hesitate to ask me to be myself. Really, my family and friends make up the feeling of home. My real home, my childhood house, the one I go back to every summer and school break feels like a relief when I go back, but sometimes, I dread returning home, not because of the feeling, but because of arguing with the people I love. I never seem to end on a good note when going back to school. Home to me doesn't have a specific smell or feel, but I always love the feel of my bed after being at school for a long time, and I always miss the smell of my dad's cologne and mother's perfume, which don't just waft in the house, but whenever they visit me here at school. They make me think of home when I see them visiting me, here, at Cushing, or whenever I see a picture of one of my sisters, I usually become pretty emotional, because I miss the feeling of my real home, although I'm just as comfortable here, I do miss my family, sometimes.

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoy reading your thoughts and expressions- you are so much more than you present in class! I just wish you'd feel comfortable enough to open in up more...

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