i still live at home. a home that has been such since i was fourteen years old.
however, there were those four years where home was somewhere else. home was a group of six girls trying to figure out this crazy thing called college. i was a thousand miles away from new jersey, in the foreign land of birmingham, alabama. the six of us lived together our freshman year, and became inseparable.
apartment 1053A became home my senior year, where we would gather on friday nights to watch say yes to the dress and talk about our lives, and where we would be heading after graduation in may of 2009. i loved those times. i loved being able to come home to a group of women who cared about me, no matter what. it felt like home to me, people who cared about my well-being. this community of friends, more like sisters, who would drop everything to listen to my latest existential crisis and comfort me when i said that i was just going to drop everything and move to new zealand.
after graduation, home became unknown. i was lost and alone.
now, i’m looking forward to creating a home with that crazy matthew. where that will be? not sure. but we know that we will create a home where we learn to love each other unconditionally. home is not a physical place. it’s the people (and critters) we populate it with and the love that is present there. our home will shortly be filled with 2 kittens, and in a few years, small tinies running around and we will teach them that a home is a community filled with love, not necessarily all about blood relations, but about support and devotion.
i’m linking up at the gypsy mama for her five minute friday. To paint a verbal picture. To just write and not worry if it’s just write or not.
today’s prompt: HOME
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
- 2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.