My Home

 For the last five years this idea of home has been running through my head and it all began when I heard Blake Shelton singing Home. He sings “May be surrounded by a million people I still feel all alone, I want to go home” these simple words had me thinking that maybe home isn't a physical space that you keep your furniture in or were you go ever night to go to sleep. I started to finally understand what home really meant to me, when I think of home I think of the place I grew up with my crazy family, where I feel comfortable, and where many memories were made. I know this might not be what other people think of when they imagine home but that is exactly why it is home because it is a different experience for all of us. It might be a place that makes you happy, where the people that you love and care for are at, or where you grew up and have all your best memories.


For me home is in a two story house with a fireplace, huge back yard, and a pine tree in Kennewick, Washington. Our backyard was where my sister Kathy and I spent most of our time playing soccer, if we weren't doing that we were climbing up the pine tree in our front yard. We also had a fireplace in our family room that brought us together during the winter time to enjoy the fire and roast marshmallows. Almost every day I was welcomed home with the smell of Ecuadorian food, my loud family, and a whistling bird. I was the youngest child so I looked up to my parents, three sisters, and my brother. We have extended our family with two new brothers, a sister, and a lot of little kids. All of their love and support always takes me home. My mother‘s Ecuadorian cooking would fill up the house with so many exotic scents which was comforting. This is home for me the place that I always want to go to, where I am surrounded by a few loved ones and feel whole.