Home

Well the end of my first year of college has come I have moved out of my dorm room and am writing my first post to you from my bedroom in Colorado Springs. As i write this post I was going to tell you about the amount of traffic i had to put up with to get home or tell you how for half of the trip I followed a large truck that was carring a large tank. Then I came to this one thought Home what is home Is it where you sleep at night. If that is the case then I have a lot of homes. I have a home in Durango, Washington, Idaho, Texas, New Mexico. I have a home in every state, or is it where your things are well the smae case. I have come to the conclusion tha home is not where it is how. Home is when you walk in the door and have no problems taking your shoes off or leaving them on and putting your feet on the table and just relaxing I think home is a place when you come in you are automaticlly welcomed and no one asks you why you are there.
The reason I say this is because I just came home and I have to say it feels great no having to worry about anything and I can eat good food again. But The first thing that happened to me when i came in was My little sister ran up to me and gave me huge hug and said HI. Then my mom did the same thing. My dad already had the one meal I had been craving done and out of the grill CHill DOGS MMMMM. I sat down and we had dinner like nothing had changed.
If there is sucha thing has Heaven on earth this is my heaven sitting down with my family and eating my favorite meal. With Dora the Explorer on in the background to keep my baby sister from driving us all crazy, my little brother talking about nothing but video games, My parents listening and trying to get into the whole video game thing, both of my sisters wanting me to takeing them to the mall tomorrow and me justing wanting to eat my Hot Dog.