The Place I Love

Home to many individuals is a house, a trailer, an apartment; to many it is a place that they love and consider home. I consider home as my residence, the environment I have lived in my whole life. This has been my home since I was born and is the space I still share with my family. It is the place I have had my ups, my downs, the environment where I argued, fought, hugged, laughed, and cried. It is truly my home.

On June 2003 my family made the bold decision to move into a house on Hebron Academy’s campus. This wasn’t necessarily a hard decision considering my father had to commute 30 minutes every morning to Hebron. Since we were moving onto Hebron’s campus, we got to receive many benefits. Now we lived right next to a gym, this was something that was so cool to me because at the time gym class was my favorite class, so living next to a gym only emphasized my enthusiasm towards physical activity. Now, this whole story about my home may not be intriguing to those who read this due to the mass knowledge of my history at Hebron. Yet I am going to share the history of my home and what makes it truly special to me. Shortly after our move, my mom delivered my brother Dan. Now this was something that I did not like. I didn’t want someone being spoiled instead of me. Looking back at it I seemed like a pretty selfish kid, but I learned to like having a brother. After a few years, my mom decided to resign from her job at CMMC and become a nurse at Hebron Academy. She continued to work Fridays at the hospital but this change allowed her to be around me and my brother at the time. Shortly after this change, my mother told me and my brother that she was having another child. I had no idea what gender it was and they decided that they were going to wait and see. When my mother delivered the baby, it was a boy! My whole family was so excited and could not wait to spend the rest of our life with him.

A few years passed and I graduated from elementary school. I moved into the Hebron Academy middle school and was extremely nervous yet excited for what was to come. My parents constantly supported me through the process through middle school but I was constantly having disputes with them about my academics. My family was all over the place with sports. We were constantly moving to different ski mountains, different soccer games, different baseball games. When Ethan began to get older, everything became more hectic. My parents now had to transport three kids to different places all at the same time. I constantly felt bad for them but would never say anything because they always were determined to get me and my brothers to our events. Our life was hectic, always moving places, always doing things, but the one place everything felt calm was at home. Yes, we were running around the house to get ready for events but it was so peaceful compared to any other place. If it was a cold day I would always look forward to walking into my house at the end of the day to a warm cozy house. I was more enthralled and happy to go home around holiday times because my mother always had decorations for holidays and special occasions, making our house always very festive and comforting.

My home is just a regular family household to many, but to me, it is the most special place in the world. Through new life, through holiday cheer, through the comforting feeling that my house provides, I love this place. I may not have much to do every day due to it being in the middle of the woods, but there are benefits to that, and if you dig far enough you can find the true beauty in what I call home.