Home is located in East Tennessee, where silos are our skyscrapers and the ground is covered in green. It contains my close knit family that fuels desires and dreams. It’s the seed that sparks my desire to relocate to a city where my ambition can cultivate in a new area, all while keeping my firm foundation.
My house is less than a minute from the local library; I visited weekly to check out piles of books. It is where I spent scorching summer days inside reading the latest novel, far into a series that I was close to finishing.
It blossomed into a deeper love for words and the way they are organized on a page. How they can provoke emotions without the verbal, face-to-face interaction, were the kinds of interaction that introverted me preferred.
My home is a place where the love flourishes without any strings attached; I am drenched in the overflowing support encompassed in this love.
Home is a multitude of places and abstracts.