Home. I spent my entire life growing up in the white mountains. I
left just weeks after my 18th birthday to go to college. That time
of my life was so much fun, but I always enjoyed going home to visit. Weekend
trips home. Home for the holidays. Home for the summer. It was home. The
treehouse, and paris flats were just houses I was staying in. Run down and
shabby college housing stuffed full with 6 college girls.
This past weekend I went to my parents house, and then traveled home
after the weekend. To my home. I always wondered when the switch would happen. When
my current residence would become home and take the place of my childhood
memories. When I bought my house in Mesa
I wasn’t expecting it to become home. I thought of it as another house I was
living in with roommates. It wasn't even a conscience decision.I wasn't looking for it to happen, it just happened. My
house has become my home.
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