home

 When you walk into my room, it's full of colors, pictures, furniture that doesn't match, music, and just stuff everywhere. The rest of the walls in the house (except the bedrooms) are painted white. My sister Julie asked me, when she came and visited, why I changed our  room from what it used to be to the way it is now. I told her because this is my home. A place that only works for me, that explains me and how I want to feel. A place where I don't need to worry about things being perfect and matching, working together. It's just a place that I come home to to let go. I don't think I'm ready to leave this home yet, but when I need to move to a new place, I'll make that place a part of me and it will become my new home. For me, the home feeling always will change to wherever the next place you live in is. The most special thing about my house is when you first walk in, there is a corner wall where there are markings all over it documenting the heights of all of us kid's heights while growing up.