My people are my home. There is a quote hanging on the wall of my dorm room that reads, “What I Love Most About My Home is who I share it With.” For me it does not matter where I am, as long as I have my people, I am home. Peterborough New Hampshire is where I grew up and is where my foundation comes from. My family is the foundation of my life and continue to be the rock of my existence. They are the people put on this earth that have to love me no matter what. They are the people that can be 100% honest with me and I to them with no hard feelings. They are the people that annoy me so much but make up for it by being the sweetest, most loving people in my life. Being away from my three younger siblings who all look up to me in different ways is hard, but the random FaceTime calls and cute little messages they send remind me who I am. They are a big part of my life and I would not be the same person I am today if they weren’t a part of my journey. This makes them my home.
Since I decided to go to school in Hebron Maine, it has become my home away from home. The lifelong friends and connections I have made at this place define it as my home.
My roomie, my best friend, my partner in crime, Aarti Singh. She is one of the few people I trust enough to tell everything to. She and I met last year and instantly had a connection, that frankly, I do not think will ever be broken. We have seen each other at our worst and at our best, and are always there to give each other a reality check when needed, but also reassurance about different situations and decisions. Aarti is my soul sister and she is my home.
Alice Dang, my best friend, the person I can always rely on to give me comfort when I need a shoulder to rest on, or when I need to spill my thought onto someone. Although I have only known her for a year and a few months now, she is one of the most important people in my life. She is someone I can trust and know that no matter what happens, she is not going anywhere. She is my baby, and she is my home.
The last person that symbolizes home for me is Thekla Jubinville. Before this year I honestly never thought I would say that, but she has become someone that I truly appreciate and care for. I have grown to realize how similar we really are and how very caring and genuine she is. She has become someone I can rely on for advice and support about any matter that could possibly come up. Hebron has been a place where we have both grown and matured, bringing us together and I am very grateful to have her in my life. Because of this, she is my home.
Home does not have to be a physical place, symbol or feeling, it can also be people, and for me, my people are my home. I do not believe you need to have a whole orchestra of people to have a well-constructed base, I think it is more beneficial to have a small handful of people that you truly trust and care for and who can honestly say they feel the same towards you. These people in my life symbolize what home is for me, and I would not have it any other way.
I find that writing about people that mean a lot to you is something kind of difficult. You know what you want to say, yet it so hard to put your thoughts to the paper. I definitely struggled with that when writing this paper. Reading it now I think the concept was well thought out, but I think I could have worked harder to show rather than tell.