Home is safe and familiar. Home is stressful. Home is full of people, home is where I grew up. As much as I hate it and find it boring - when I’m gone I miss it. I hate the rules and regulations. The kids and the games we all play. But when I leave I find myself missing it. It doesn’t matter if I’m in New York or Winona I wind up missing home – my small little town with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I miss my bed and my messy room. I miss my little green car and the pantry/fridge full or food. I miss our small town Perkins and the way all us kids go there at 2am on weekends because we have nowhere to go. I miss the roads we drive on when were going nowhere. I miss our basement and the couches. I miss my friends and our weekend extravaganzas. The bon fires and poll halls. I even miss the stupid boys. I even miss my family.
Do you miss your home? Do you miss it? Or do you hate it. - I find myself doing both
Bottom line - home is what you make it.
