Home for the holidays, now isn't that a novel thought. I thought "home is where the heart is." In which case, I've never left home; it's always come with me where ever I've gone. Hmm, maybe they meant metaphorically. Hopefully they did anyways. The way I see it, home is where you are most happy.
During this holiday season, I came to thinking where home was for me. When I'm sitting at the DC for breakfast do I say I'm going back to the dorm or back home after class? For a while there it seemed sort of strange equating home with my 10 x 13 rectangle of paradise. But you know what, I think it grew on me. And, the more I think about it sitting here at "home" during winter break, the more it makes sense. For vacation, I'm heading to my mom and dad's house, my brother and sister's home. When vacation is done and classes recommence, I'm heading home.
During this holiday season, I came to thinking where home was for me. When I'm sitting at the DC for breakfast do I say I'm going back to the dorm or back home after class? For a while there it seemed sort of strange equating home with my 10 x 13 rectangle of paradise. But you know what, I think it grew on me. And, the more I think about it sitting here at "home" during winter break, the more it makes sense. For vacation, I'm heading to my mom and dad's house, my brother and sister's home. When vacation is done and classes recommence, I'm heading home.
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