As a kid I guess we used to move around a lot. I don't remember most of our houses, but the first one I remember was on Pennsylvania St. in Peoria. That was the house I attended (and dropped out of) preschool in. We lived there for quite a while, until something happened (IDR the reason), but that is when we moved to our house in Chillicothe. When I was old enough, I just started school back up in Kindergarten. I didn't go there for very long when we moved to our house on Lakeview Ave. in East Peoria. I went to Riverview Grade School for 6 years. Eventually we couldn't afford that house anymore so now we live on the main road in Washburn. I've never lived out of state, and we've always been taught to value family (the people who are always there for you, and don't come/go)
But I don't believe that your home is justified by the places you've lived, or the houses you've owned. Home is where your heart finds happiness. It's being surrounded by the people who love and care about you. It's being where you feel safe, and comfortable. Where you can be yourself and not have to worry about being judged. Where you can laugh, smile, cry, and even scream, but you still know that won't change how everyone there feels about you. That is how I define home.
2 of my best friends consist of my 2 older brothers. We spend 98% of our time together in our house. We can make the most fun out of any boredom, and make the lightest of any rough situation. Inside our foundation of our home you find a bunch of.... Pretty crazy, sometimes irritating, and sometimes embarrassing, but also the most supportive, connected, understanding group of people I know. That is why I love my family and my home
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