Nothing compares to the feeling of going home. I've been living outside of my childhood home for about a year now. Although I love my independent life and sense of freedom, I miss the comforts of a life I knew for twenty years. The home I grew up in cannot be compared to any other. Many people would describe my house as "three bedrooms, two bathrooms, open-concept living room and kitchen, etc," but my house is far more than that. My parents designed, bought and built our home with their hands. My home is a place where love is unconditional and advice is always abundant. Overlooking fields and forests, my home is the epicenter of wonder and creativity. I still enjoy walking around my yard, back through the trees and along the dirt road discovering the little treasures that we take for granted.
I currently live in a row home, connected to other lives constantly. It took awhile for me to get used to having to be around other people at all times of the day. It also took me a long time to adjust to sleeping with constant noise and light outside my window. Growing up in a quiet home taught me to appreciate the simple joys that other people may never get to experience. There is nothing like sleeping in the pitch dark, listening to the crickets outside of your bedroom window. Never again will I take for granted a misty sunrise peeping over the black silhouettes of towering trees. Going home allows me to reconnect with not only my family and my home, but with myself. Being at home humbles me, reminding me of where I came from, who I am and where I'm going. This is my favorite treasure from home.
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