They say home is where the people you love are. But what happens when your family leaves and moves somewhere you don't really know, what do you do then? My family moved two hours away from where I grew up a month before I left home for college. I now "share" a room with my 8 year old sister. "Share" in quotes because I have a dresser and a couple shelves in our room, and I sleep on her trundle bed when I come home. It's more her room that I sleep in than my room.

I don't hate where my family moved. The house is pretty, and it's where my family is, so it's home in a sense. But, I don't know my way around town very well and I don't really know how things work there. I grew up in Saint Louis, and now my family lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere. To say it's different is to say the very least.

I got a job back in Saint Louis so I could go back to where I grew up every summer. Saint Louis will always be home, too. I love Ted Drewes and toasted ravioli and gooey butter cake and Bread Co. too much to ever stop calling Saint Louis home. I have family there, too, as well as several friends. There are also just places I grew up going in Saint Louis that will forever have a special place in my heart.

At the moment, I spend most of my year at school. I moved off campus this year and am renting a house with a couple good friends. This house, with the napping couch and giant dog and rocking chairs on the front porch, has become home, too. We have our own traditions (ice cream pint night, house dinner, the quote board) and that makes this house a sort of home, too.

Being in college when your family moves creates this strange dilemma of where exactly home is. When your family wants you to come home, but home is so many places and yet not quite anywhere anymore, you learn how to make home wherever you are until you can find a more permanent home sometime in the future. So, you know, I'm done with my Masters in a couple years. Until then, you can find me bouncing place to place, calling wherever I am home.