home is the place i have not yet traveled to, a place i hope to one day know where i'm familiar and comfortable with every inch of what i see, it being as much a part of me as i am a part of it. home is not a building, something contained to four walls and a roof dangling over our heads. home is a concept, a feeling, and an idea. you tell me your home is the mountains, where you can catch snowflakes on your tongue. you're comforted by the isolation and nature all around you, with white Christmases for the family. i tell you my home is to be determined, possibly in some far-off land, possibly with a tropical climate. but you are also my home, so we will settle into a cabin in the mountains, sledding down hills and cuddling with cups of hot cocoa. home is here, for now.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! As someone who wants to get out of her current suburban bubble after high school/college, I have no idea where I hope to call home later on in life. Please let me know if you have any feedback on this piece or any writing challenges you’d like me to try out in the near future. Stay safe and healthy.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 