Home is my safety net
Its my mother’s cold hands on my feverish head in the dark hours
It’s the smell of hairspray and her steady hands putting red lipstick on me before my dance recital
Its picking up pretty seashells in the sand together to take back to the hotel
Its her zipping up my sparkly prom dress and making last minute adjustments
It’s decorating the house for Christmas and watching Hallmark movies while waiting for dad to come home from deer hunting
Its the ride into town in my dads old white truck with red bug juice in the cup holder and a pack of sour patch kids beside me
Its him hitting softballs at me when it’s almost too dark to see outside to make me better
It’s the smile on his face and the pride he has after telling him I made a good grade on a test
Its us chasing crabs on a sandy Florida beach with flashlights and seashell nets
Its writing hundreds of letters to a boy in a green uniform
It’s watching the sunset over the hills as his hand fits perfectly in mine on a fall day
It’s the taste of Juneberry redbull and the happiness of being in his passenger seat of his pontiac going on an evening ride
It’s the warmth under blankets in the trunk of my car watching a movie at the drive in with the love of my life, in another car sits friends who showed me the meaning of friendship
It’s the smell of chocolate cookies cooking in my grandma’s kitchen
It’s the weight I feel of my pets Tinker and Kitty snuggled on my lap while watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix
It’s the cheering of the crowd in sequence with my team standing on the sidelines of a Friday night Potosi football game
It’s the smell of wood burning in the firepit at the lake and the night sky lit by stars
Its waking up on Christmas morning more excited about reactions then gifts
It’s the feeling of pumpkin guts and the intense focus of making the best jack o’lantern
Its being surrounded by the people I love
It’s the feeling of leaving my childhood behind
It’s the fear of the future I thought I had planned
It’s the fear of changing my reality
Home was my safety net
Home is now realizing its part of growing up
Home is realizing change is not a bad thing
Home is realizing there are still many more memories to come