Where is home? This is a question every college freshman gets when they first get to their school. Every time you meet a new person on campus you say the same introduction: your name, where you’re from, and what you’re majoring in. Since coming to TCU, I have probably answered those questions over 50 times. However, one question I used to never know how to answer was “where are you from?”
Since I’m a military brat, my family has had to move multiple times. We have lived in 12 different houses, three different states (some multiple times), and two different countries. So the idea of having a "home" was a strange concept to me that I hadn’t experienced. When I told people that I didn’t technically have a place to call home, they usually didn’t understand what I meant. If you asked me before college, I could’ve said home is where I was born, or my favorite place I’ve lived, or the longest place I’ve lived. Whichever one I picked, it would have been a different answer for each.
But, after being in college for six months now and meeting so many people from so many different places, I’ve learned that "home" doesn’t have a true definition. People can find a home wherever they are -- maybe it’s where you met your best friend since seventh grade, or the city your grandma lives in. Your home could even be the city that you’re going to school in -- this is the city that you are making memories in, where you are becoming more of an adult, and where you are finding life long friendships.
No matter where you consider "home" all of them include people you care about. Now when I’m asked “where is home?” I just say everywhere.
