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Have you ever walked into a place and instantly felt you were home? I have only really had that feeling twice. Yes I live in a house, but the atmosphere of my family does not make my house seem like home. I hardly ever consider my house my home.
The first place that I ever called home, is the church that I go to back were I live. At first it was just a building that my mom forced me to go to, but once I learned more about it I fell in love and it has become my home. Thursday nights I go to Intervarsity. I love it, more than I thought I would. Two weeks ago I walked in, and I felt like I was at home in my church. People knew me by name only after 3 weeks, to me that says something. They knew how to spell it. My name is unique and hard to pronounce nonetheless spell, so I was shocked that many people knew my name and how to spell it. Last Thursday I was switching numbers with some girls and it was really cool. I have never made friends this easily or this fast. Not only am I making friends with girls but with guys as well. Which makes me feel a lot more comfortable, because I connect better with them.
IV has been one of the best things to happen to me here on campus. I have finally found were I fit. I never thought I would find a place where I fit in, especially a place that I would ever consider as home. The people I have met are amazing, and we actually hang out beyond the walls of the room where we meet every Thursday night.
Home is where the heart is...a quote that I never really understood until now. Home is defined as many different things, I define home as a place (not necessarily a building) where I belong, where I love what it is that I am doing, and I love the people around me. Home could be a magical land where you fight off large trolls, and spend time in a treehouse, home could be the place where you live with your family, home could be anywhere you feel safe. Maybe you have more than one home, maybe you feel you don't have a home at all. I felt I didn't have a home up until my Senior year of high school. But I tend to have a very concrete way of thinking. I'm not saying that I am set in my ways, because I am not, but I have a very defined out look on somethings, and a home is one of them.
Sometimes I dream of a place, a far away land, somewhere over the rainbow that has a beautiful view with wildlife and children running around, a place where I can be me, where I can do what I love and not have to worry about the issues of everyday life. A place that could be home for anyone and everyone.
My home...It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do [any] another corner in my soul.
--Michel Eyquem De Montaigne
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Posted by wishfulthinker on 2008-04-13 21:01:25 | Rating: | Views: 36
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