letter word could have such a complicated meaning?
Growing up, home is the place that you always want to leave; but when
you have escaped your adolescent years and the reality of life hits you
hard on the head, home is the place that you always want to get back to.
Years come and go in the blink of an eye, until one day you open your
eyes for more than a second and realize that you are no longer in the
comfort of your beloved home.
It is in that instant that you realize that home is not just that brick
house in uptown New Orleans. It is then that you understand that home is
really no more than the people who live in it and around it. Home is not
where you sleep, but where they understand you.
So, in essence, my home does not consist of three bedrooms, a kitchen,
andother rooms full of home appliances.
My home is much bigger, approximately three-hundred and fifty square
miles. My home is three-hundred and fifty square miles of bliss and
noise. Three-hundred and fifty square miles of oak trees and fried
shrimp. Three-hundred and fifty square miles of Saints running around.
Three-hundred and fifty square miles of reverberating beats of Jazz and
off-key singing. Three-hundred and fifty square miles of intoxicating
laughter and smiles full of love and acceptance. That is my home.
Torre, age 17
