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Home. I didn't anticipate how much I would miss it while I was gone. Living in the suburbs of Charlotte, North Carolina does not bring the most eventful times, but it does bring some memorable ones. I have been home for a few days and it has been both rewarding and refreshing. I walk outside each morning and take a moment to breathe in the fresh, untainted air. I take a moment to close my eyes and listen to the silent atmosphere, aside from a few crinkling leaves resulting from a light breeze making them clash together high up in the sky and the sounds of birds speaking another language. I take a moment to soak up the Carolina blue sky, the warmer temperatures, and the never ending dancing treetops. I missed my woods and I am thankful to be back just in time to see the last life of the leaves as they are overtaken by an array of warm colors right before the cold overwhelms and blows away the last reminiscence of warmth. Paul Simon swarms the air, along with the scents of baking pie crust and the fresh air coming from the open door. My mom and I sing and dance along to our favorite tunes, while we dirty our hands with sticky dough and splattering cranberries. I look at her. She is content and so am I. We have good music, good food, family, and fresh air. What more could you want? This is home. I am driving. It’s 1am after Thanksgiving day. I drive down Main Street and not a soul can be found. I have never seen it like this, but then again I don’t think I have ever driven around at 1am on a holiday. It was oddly eerie. I was reminded of different phases of my life as I passed by places that I have specific memories in. I saw myself at varying ages with the corresponding friends. I thought of the memories I have in each of the places I passed. It was like watching my younger years as I drove by each moment. I thought of the people in their homes sleeping with full bellies after a long day of cooking and soaking up time with family. I pictured people bundled up in the warm glow of their homes while I drove with the sleeves of my shirt over my hands to protect them from the permanently cold steering wheel. I thought of all the things that people are thankful for and how that varies so drastically depending on one’s mind and environment. Amidst this, all I can see at the end of this long, empty road is the glow of a green light. A green light telling me to go. Nobody is there to watch me, or to stop me, but I follow. I follow all of the rules and I follow this green light all the way home and I carry it with me. I carry this light that tells me to keep going, not to stop. I carry this drive with me wherever I go. This is home. I am eating some toast on my floor. I am surrounded by poetry books, old children’s books, a ridiculous amount of mugs next to me (that likely contain the remains of the copious amounts of chamomile tea that I have been drinking), markers, pens, and glue sticks. I am writing, reading poetry, and collaging. It is sometime around midnight and I have been here for hours just letting my mind spill things onto the pages and watching as my thoughts materialize into miscellaneous words and images. The phrase “Ojos de Dios” rests next to an image of a daisy chain and some doodles. The pages begin to fill up. This is home. This is what I love most. I love my quiet nights spent on my floor snacking and drinking tea while I write until my hand cramps and my mind, exhausted from thinking, is ready for sleep.
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