Home

 It's whereever my family is. It's the place I'm loved, I'm accepted, I'm teased, I'm safe, I'm comfortable, I'm fed, I'm clothed, I'm at peace. It's also the place I play and rough house with my family, the place I do my homework, the place I learn new things, the place I sleep, and the place I relax.

It's the place I'm annoyed, I'm bugged, I'm frustrated, I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm senstitive. I know I can be all of these things because my family loves me no matter what. They may get mad, they may yell, they may tease, and they may really drive me crazy, but I know when it comes down to the line I can count on them.

For me the place I call home is not a place, it is wherever my family is. In my life we've called many places home, Southern Utah, Central Indiana and now Northern Minnesota and soon South Central Montana. Of all of these places, Montana feels like home. It's where my mom was born, my grandpa & grandma were raised, my great aunt and uncles live, my great grandmas & grandpas raised their families, and my great grandma lives. It also feels like home because it has mountains, the people are really friendly, and there are lots of wildlife. When I think about where home is for me, I think about all of these things.

Home is something I feel, it's not a place I live.

TK