Berlin, Connecticut is a town that everyone loves to hate; especially if you live here. Although I admit I am one of those people, I still wouldn’t trade where I grew up at all. Here in this small town holds memories both good and bad. This town holds most of the people that I love, friends and family alike. No matter where any of us end up, we will always find our way back to Berlin.
Home is riding the bus after school with your friends laughing uncontrollably. Home is sitting with your Dad at the dining room table trying to figure out math problems until bed time. Home is sitting around the dinner table talking about your day; discussing the good and bad. Home is the endless Sunday dinners that were spent at your house, eating endless bowls of pasta and meatballs. Home is the good, the bad and the great all wrapped into one. No matter how many things in your life change, no matter how great or bad life has been treating you, you will always have home.
My hometown, just like yours is filled with these things too. No matter where you go, no matter how long you are gone for, there is no better feeling than coming home home. Not your empty apartment that is barely furnished and equipped with a bottle of wine and mac and cheese for dinner, but walking into your house being greeted by the dogs at the door and a hug from your mom. Leaving the house with someone telling you to drive safe, and make good decisions.
Your home is where your heart is, and until you have a family of your own, your heart will always be where it all began. It will be at the school cafeteria where you fell in front of everyone and your crush made fun of you for it. It will be at the senior prom, when even though you didn’t have a date you felt like a princess. It will be at your best friend’s house, where you would spend countless summer days. It will be on the bus, where you would laugh until you cry with your friends. Your heart will be at your Grammy’s house when you sat and read people magazine and ate Chinese food all night. Your heart will be at all these places and more because home is where the heart is, and I don’t know about you but mine is right here, on my couch in Berlin, Connecticut.
