As a sophomore in college only spending two weeks at a time this year at my home in St. Louis, it made me think of the question, what is home?
Home is living in a sorority house with 60 of my best friends. Being able to wake up on a Saturday morning (or afternoon) and see my best friends and spend the whole day by doing homework, talking, and watching movies.
Home is traveling to another country and being accepted for who you are. Falling in love with a new culture and dying for the chance of leaving.
Home is a Thanksgiving dinner conservation with the family. Being able to talk and hang out. Feeling accepted by your biological family.
Home is being with all of your friends in a frat house and just joking and laughing. Being able to relax at some place that is your living unit and being able to chill with the people that you love.
Home is just being with the people that you love. It does not matter where, but if you are with the people that you love.
So as I have been reflecting this year, I realize home is not just the house that I have lived in my whole life, but is just being with the people you love. That's what I realized: that home is being with the people that love you the most in the world.





















