By Sam Gumprecht
Home, the place I unwind, relax, and feel comfortable. It is a constant place in most people’s life.
There is a famous quote that goes “home is where the heart is.” As cheesy and cliche as that may sound, it is a perfect representation of what home is to me. All throughout my childhood, my little family hopscotched our way up and down New England, living in many different houses. The key word in that last sentence being house, because that’s just what they were, a building in which I lived. The import things about the house were what was inside, the home, the contents.
My home is my mom and my brother. With everything that I’ve been trialed with in my life the one thing that never left or changed was not the houses I lived in but the people who lived within them. Home as a constant comfortable place is my family.
The first half of my home is a warm, bright, powerful figure. She has shining eyes, a soft smile and a loud personality. She stands tall and voices her opinion, no matter the circumstance. She is strong and resilient and has been through alot. She is worn. But she soothes my greatest worries with a single touch as she wraps her arms around me and calms me. This half of my home knows me better than I know myself. She is the strong weight bearing walls and supportive of my a home gives its inhabitants.
My home’s other half consists of a hilarious, smiley, and kind hearted soul. He has sunny blonde hair, a very contagious giggle, and a sassy attitude. This half never fails to make my stomach hurt with laughter and will always give me his best advice though I’m the older one. He is always the one I tell my problems to because I know he’ll always listen. We huddle up spilling stories and the daily drama on our beds and little does he know how much I value his tidbits of advice.
My family has been the comfort of my life and given me the best they could in our mixed up circumstances. I don’t think a simple house could give the security that my home gives me. If home is where the heart is my heart is in my people.
I like the sentimentality of this essay a lot. It directly expresses my feelings of what a home is. But I wish i had done a bit more of an elaborate job, it feels a little surface based to me right now. I would have liked to give more detail to the readers so it feels like you are in my version of a home, which is what I was just scraping the surface of in this version of the story.