My heart belongs to my sweetheart and I know that I as long I am with her, we could be living anywhere in the world together. She fills any place with laughter, life, and love. It is those ingredients that make anyplace I reside "home". Whether we be living out of a car (God forbid!) or a mansion, home is truly where the heart is.
One can try to establish roots wherever they dare to dream. One can venture to any part of the world to try to establish roots, but for those roots to take hold, one must "plant" roots where the ground is fertile. Sometimes, one may find them self forever on the move, forever traveling and never finding a place of permanence.
There is one family in particular that illustrates this point very well and that family is my father, his wife and stepchild. As far back as I can remember my father has forever been on the move from one city to another all over the United States. His reasons for moving have always remained the same, he relocates because he has yet to find a place where he and his family can establish roots. My father will live in a city for a time, usually a couple of years, and then pack-up all their belongings to move to another city, generally in another state. I have always teased my father that he is "on the run" from the "Feds" or some organized crime syndicate (really only partially teasing because if you knew my father then you wouldn't be able to entirely rule out the possibility...).
As I reflect upon my father and his experiences, I realize that I to have been living a similar lifestyle (and no, I am not "on the run" for any reason). Is it coincidence or destiny that my father and I share these similarities of lifestyle? I don't know if it is coincidence or destiny, but over the coarse of the last two years I have lived in 5 different houses, in three different states, even once sharing a home with my father!
For myself, home is not the sum of it's parts; home is not the shelter that keeps the storms at bay, or keeps it's occupants warm and cozy. Rather, home is the sum of those who occupy it, of which gives "home" it's significance, otherwise home is not unlike a skeleton; bereft of any real substance. Looking back upon all the places I ever lived, what I remember isn't so much where we lived, it is rather how we lived.
As a child growing up, my family moved from city to city, state to state. Overall, I didn't feel a sense of displacement because of the stable family unit, of which I belonged to. The family stability allowed me to feel at home no matter where we lived. That is because my heart is with my loved ones and roots can be established anywhere.
Even now, as the week and school quarter draw to a close, I am preparing to make yet another move. This move is being made to establish "roots", and while I have already found a "home" my sweetheart and I will be moving into a house together.
When I dream about the not-too-distant future, I see us establishing roots in many different exotic locations all over the world.
3 comments:
It is difficult to understand what you are trying to say but I think I get the idea. You repeat yourself in paragraph 4 I believe where you included a saying " home is where the heart is". You have some interesting stories to talk about. EX. the story of "love and loss,unconditional true love". You could try talking about that. Or maybe how you changed the perspective of yourself..."there was a time in my life where I was the center of my universe".
I like your main idea; it's a lot like mine. I've always believed that you can plant your roots anywhere, just bring your fertilizer. The fertilizer is the ones I love and help me grow and feel complete. Your idea is there, the story just needs to be more complete. Good essay:)
The thesis is confusing. Suggest that you re-read it to pin point what it is you are rying to say & use each paragraph to reinterate it... But you have developed a great start.
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