Home and a salute to mes amis
Home, its one of the simplest words in the english language, but it can mean so many different things depending on who you ask. Somewhere that a person grew up in, a favorite spot they go to every summer, the place where they went to school, the current city that they're in now, a favorite place of a family member. If someone asked me, I might have said the stereotypical "home is where the heart is", but I will spare you the generic answer. I think home is a place that you have forged connections to loved ones that don't necessarily have to be related to you by blood. Home is a place where you can go to and be yourself, relax and distance yourself from your daily routine (even if it is just a little separation).
For me, physical representations of home are various places in the US. From birth in Los Angeles, California to completing Pre-pre-K in Columbus, OH, I had a very interesting start to my first three years of life. Then, from kindergarten to 7th grade, I spent 8 years getting to know myself and have the opportunity grow up around such amazing people.I met some of my best friends there and really grew into myself in the little artist community that I lived in (Cabin John) with a population of 1,743 people (according to Wikipedia). Then in 7th grade, my world completely did a 180 when I moved to New York City in a matter of 3 months, due to my Dad's job. I clearly remember the day that he sat my Mom and I down for dinner and told up that we were moving. That last week of 7th grade was a blur of tears and promises to keep in touch. In 3 months, I was trying the "concrete jungle", home, but it never really felt like home. I felt like I was an outsider in 8th grade, trying to break my way into and fit into relationships that had already been molding for the past few years. I got picked on and bullied by kids at school and so my natural human response was to withdrawal stay quiet, not trusting of many kids my age (in fear of being hurt again). After that year, I thought 9th grade would be a fresh, new experience, and it was. But, not the way I expected it to be. I went to an all-girls school where you had the stereotypical mean girl posse whom picked on me for being smarter than them and just because they were malicious people. Out of all the drama and craziness, I was lucky enough to befriend one of my best friends to this day. The rest of high school was a bunch of emotions and interesting relationships. I love getting back home and seeing friends that I haven't seen in months and being able to pick up with friends like I just saw them the day before. There is definitely something special about those special group of friends that no matter where you are in the world, you can always reach out, catch-up and pick-up right where you left off. They are able to listen to whatever you have to say, don't judge you for it (no matter how crazy it might be). Thank you guys for all the awesome, zany, outrageous, rad moments that I've had with you. I can't wait for more to come.
XXXX,
Truce
For me, physical representations of home are various places in the US. From birth in Los Angeles, California to completing Pre-pre-K in Columbus, OH, I had a very interesting start to my first three years of life. Then, from kindergarten to 7th grade, I spent 8 years getting to know myself and have the opportunity grow up around such amazing people.I met some of my best friends there and really grew into myself in the little artist community that I lived in (Cabin John) with a population of 1,743 people (according to Wikipedia). Then in 7th grade, my world completely did a 180 when I moved to New York City in a matter of 3 months, due to my Dad's job. I clearly remember the day that he sat my Mom and I down for dinner and told up that we were moving. That last week of 7th grade was a blur of tears and promises to keep in touch. In 3 months, I was trying the "concrete jungle", home, but it never really felt like home. I felt like I was an outsider in 8th grade, trying to break my way into and fit into relationships that had already been molding for the past few years. I got picked on and bullied by kids at school and so my natural human response was to withdrawal stay quiet, not trusting of many kids my age (in fear of being hurt again). After that year, I thought 9th grade would be a fresh, new experience, and it was. But, not the way I expected it to be. I went to an all-girls school where you had the stereotypical mean girl posse whom picked on me for being smarter than them and just because they were malicious people. Out of all the drama and craziness, I was lucky enough to befriend one of my best friends to this day. The rest of high school was a bunch of emotions and interesting relationships. I love getting back home and seeing friends that I haven't seen in months and being able to pick up with friends like I just saw them the day before. There is definitely something special about those special group of friends that no matter where you are in the world, you can always reach out, catch-up and pick-up right where you left off. They are able to listen to whatever you have to say, don't judge you for it (no matter how crazy it might be). Thank you guys for all the awesome, zany, outrageous, rad moments that I've had with you. I can't wait for more to come.
XXXX,
Truce
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