Home is wherever I’m with you and you and you

Home is wherever I’m with you and you and you

This is home.

ImageIt’s where the love of my life is, where I go to bed each night, and where I go to work each day. It’s where I sweat out the stress of the day at the gym and come home to cook dinner with my love. It’s where we cuddle and watch Netflix or Hulu during the week, and where we ride ATV’s, hike mountains, and fish on the weekends.

It claims my time and a piece of me each and every day. At first, I was scared. Terrified honestly. This place couldn’t be home. This small city in a valley, this little starter apartment, all these people who notice I hold the my letter A’s longer than needed (I give them the attention they deserve) and don’t wear rugged-enough attire. I was appalled at the idea that this could be home.

But it is; I know that now.

The great thing? This is home, too.

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It’s where my family is and where I made every single significant memory for the first 18 years of my life. It’s where I learned to ride a bike, mowed the lawn every weekend for an endless number of summers, and where I invited a countless number of friends over for birthday parties. It’s where I have spent hours at the kitchen table laughing with my parents and where I have imitated my older sisters every actions. It it equally important as my home now. Equally so because the people that make it home are permanent staples in my life, just as my husband is.

My favorite thing about “home” is has never been a place so much as the people that make it so. I don’t have to choose. Heck, if we’re getting really specific, this is indeed home too:

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However brief my time in Minneapolis, the city affected me deeply. It changed my life in those three years and the people I met will have a lasting impact on me.

That’s what home is to me:

A moment in time that impacted me so greatly, the people and the location have made it an everlasting “home”. 

I love my homes. All three of them. They have made me who I am today.

At the moment, Fairbanks may be my favorite. Mostly because it’s where my story is unfolding today; in this very moment. But also because I get to spend my days chasing my dream and my nights cuddled up to this guy making faces like this.

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“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.”

– F. Scott Fitzgerald

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