What would you miss most about your home?
Posted on Dec 7th, 2008
by
Honey Moth
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for December 07, 2008:
I would miss all the memories that my home holds. When I walk by the fire place I remember when I was little and I would play with my sister, making our plastic unicorns run along the mantle. When I walk past the dining room I look at the small place between the cabinet and the wall where I would always go when I needed a good cry. As I sit in the basement I remember when my family and I all painted it together. Losing my home would be like losing my past. The past is out of everyone's reach, but having my house burn down in a fire or something would make me fully realize it for the first time. It would be like losing my childhood. As long as I am here in my house, I can still remember and pretend that the things that I miss about my past aren't really gone.
Next year I will be going off to college and it saddens my heart to think of everything i'll miss. I grew up homeschooled and I am very close to my sisters. Even though I will only be fourty-five minutes away, I know that in my heart that I might as well be on the other side of the earth. I will never be as big a part of my sister's lives as I am now. I won't be able to continue living in the happy memories of my childhood. Part of me will die when I leave home.
Despite this, I am still looking forward to next. There comes a time in everyone's life where the past just becomes dead weight and it stops you from living in the present. I will miss my sisters and I will still try to remain in contact with them, but I realize that it is time to branch off and start creating new memories. It's time to find a new home.
Next year I will be going off to college and it saddens my heart to think of everything i'll miss. I grew up homeschooled and I am very close to my sisters. Even though I will only be fourty-five minutes away, I know that in my heart that I might as well be on the other side of the earth. I will never be as big a part of my sister's lives as I am now. I won't be able to continue living in the happy memories of my childhood. Part of me will die when I leave home.
Despite this, I am still looking forward to next. There comes a time in everyone's life where the past just becomes dead weight and it stops you from living in the present. I will miss my sisters and I will still try to remain in contact with them, but I realize that it is time to branch off and start creating new memories. It's time to find a new home.

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