My home

5 Memories/Feelings about home:

1. Moving in! (Wrong name on my door)
2. Going home to my mom's house
3. Cleaning up throw up
4. Having my cousin come to stay
5. Grocery shopping/laundry/cleaning


If someone had approached me last week to ask me where I considered my home to be, I would have said Brentwood, Tennessee. However, upon returning home to Brentwood, I found an empty house with the majority of my things packed into boxes. When I started school at the University of Tennessee, my mother decided that it was time for her to return home to England, and my father has lived in China for the past five years. Also, since most of my friends are away at different schools with different fall breaks, there were not that many people around town. To me, the definition of home is where you are surrounded by family and friends, and that is not the case in Brentwood. When I got back to school on Sunday afternoon I saw several people I knew and I was surrounded again by people that care about me. It is for this reason that I consider my home to be my dorm room at school.