Home Sweet Home

When I think about my house, I don't think about the bricks or the windows. I don't think about the kitchen or the living room. I don't even think about my room or my bed. All I can seem to think about when I envision my home are the two people that made it my home back in 1995 when I moved away from my parents in Florida to live in Tennessee with my grandparents. If it was not for my grandmother, Nin, and my grandfather, Paw Paw, I might not even have a home. If it was not for them I definitely would not be going to the University of Tennessee, even though they cannot afford this place. A house is just a house, with a front and back door. But a home is a place of love and family, where I can always go to get away from things, to share laughs, to talk to someone about anything, and to feel loved, even if its just on the phone.