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Something that I have always know to be true is that home is not just a place to live, sleep, eat, and repeat. Home is where love fills the air just as much as laughter does. It’s the sound of the younger kids playing, the older kids cracking jokes and bickering lovingly, and the uncles and aunts reminiscing about times gone by. It’s the smell of the food that has been prepping all day, and it’s the smell of a fire burning in the pit for us to gather around. Home is where my family is.

My family is my everything. The sense of love and affection runs deep within us all, and it oozes out and combines together to create a truly wonderful feeling. The love is shown through the small sarcastic comments or teasing and poking fun at each other, the “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL!” stated so loud that everyone within the state could hear it, the giant, breathtaking, bone crushing, bear hugs given by my uncles who still, after all these years don’t realize how strong they actually are or the smothering kisses given by aunts and my mémé. The love is shown through being the loudest supporters at my games, even if I’m not actively playing, and just a bench warmer at that moment. At the end of the day though, when everything is coming to a close those three words are always, always, always spoken out loud. I love you. It’s the sense of unconditional love, that no matter what happens, spoken or unspoken, that is always there.

On the other side of the family though, we don’t show our love in an outwardly and open way. It’s within my grandfather’s “behave yourself, and drive safe”, or when they drive me home without me asking when the weather is bad, the constant support shown at big events like sports games, concerts, and any other things we do, or the fact, that even though I am a fully grown sixteen year old, they still call me my nicknames of Bugs, Buggy, and Buggins given to me at birth because of the giant eyes I was born with. It’s shown with the huge hugs given to me by my Marmie and the “Great job Buggy! I’m so proud of you!”, and then the grunt of agreement from my Poppie after games. Or, when Marmie and I bake together and end up making a giant mess, but just laugh about it and work together to clean it up. It could also be when Poppie tells me his jokes, that he and I both know are terrible dad jokes, but we still both laugh like it’s the best joke we’ve ever heard, or it’s the constant willingness to help me on my path to becoming the best version of myself. It shows that no matter what the reaction, or however anything is said, there is always, again, that same feeling of absolute unconditional love, unbudging, and always there, but never really having to be said out loud.

Even though there are good times, every home can be slightly dysfunctional. There are fights and arguments, and sometimes things are said that were better off being unspoken. There’s snarky remarks, and digs at each other, and sometimes there can be tears shed about situations that arise. Everyone is human, and humans make mistakes. Even though sometimes we aren’t on the best of terms, or we are deeply engaged in an argument, no matter what, my family always makes a point of the fact that we love each other, no matter what, and there is always a home within everyone

Maybe I’m biased, but my family is one of the best out there. There is nothing in the world that we wouldn’t do for each other. Like I said before, the feeling of home never exactly came from a place, it came from the sense of family, and the love that they exude. People have always said that home is where the heart is, and that totally rings to be true. I wouldn’t trade the world for these people, even if sometimes they can annoy me. The underlying unconditional love runs so strong, and it is what keeps my family tight and together. My heart and my love is all with my family, and they are what embody home to me. So, welcome to my family, my heart, and my home.