Home sweet home
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I recently experienced something I've never encountered before, this "thing" made me feel welcomed, safe, and secure. The very realization of this "thing" was like taking in a deep breath of air. I had left college to visit my family and to see some old friends, but it wasn't until I returned to my dorm that I was truly "home." The place where my family resides, where my pets sleep, where I've celebrated numerous holidays, and received my first kiss, was never a home. It was a house, a place where I slept, a place I never wanted to be, a structure made of cold brick and damp wood. This place was never a home. Because home is where the heart is, not where your past is.
I grew up with four brothers in an abusive household. My father was abusive to my mother and I, my mother blamed me for the way my father treated her. My brothers were idolized for just merely being boys...