My house in the woods.
At twenty-six, I have lived in only five places. Each of these places have helped me discover little pieces of myself and develop into the woman I am today.
My parent's house raised me and helped to establish morals, values, and work ethic. Not to mention is was and always will be filled with unconditional love and acceptance. For years it was my safe haven, and it still is at times.
I lived in a tiny dorm room and on-campus apartments in college, which taught me how to live with and accept differences in others, self-discipline, and how to make the most out of a situation. These little huts also helped me to find lifelong friendships and realize that adulthood is inevitable, but you can still appreciate the kid inside you.
Next came the adorable little apartment over the movie store. This was actually a converted old hotel, and it sat in the middle of the historic downtown of a small town. In this place, I learned a lot about where my breaking points were. I learned that I was not a towny, and that I needed a place to stretch my legs and have some privacy once in a while. I learned what it is to face your problems head on, and how frustrating decisions can be. I saw some happiness in that little apartment, and I also saw some heartache.
Then came the rent house in the middle of a field. It was an old farmhouse with scuffed hardwood floors and walls that I could paint whatever color I wanted. Here I learned what true independence was. I learned what alone time was like too. I was my own handyman, exterminator, interior designer, etc. Along with that, however, there is nothing like making a phone call to home when you're in trouble. I grew in the short time I was in this place, and realized a lot about myself. I learned the value of spending quality time with the people you love, and that a life you love, like life on a cattle farm in the hills, never really leaves you.
And this journey brings us to my current residence...my little trailer in the woods. A shiny new single-wide on the upper corner of my parent's farm. I am surrounded by trees and hills. Sometimes I go outside to deer in my yard or our cows on just the other side of my fence. The best part is, the place is MINE. All mine. I believe that all these places I lived have led me to find where I really wanted to be. I lend a helping hand with the farm without having to give up independence or privacy, both of which I have come to value. The people and animals I love are just where I like them...close. I am still growing and learning in this house, but it feels so much like home. It feels like where I belong.
My parent's house raised me and helped to establish morals, values, and work ethic. Not to mention is was and always will be filled with unconditional love and acceptance. For years it was my safe haven, and it still is at times.
I lived in a tiny dorm room and on-campus apartments in college, which taught me how to live with and accept differences in others, self-discipline, and how to make the most out of a situation. These little huts also helped me to find lifelong friendships and realize that adulthood is inevitable, but you can still appreciate the kid inside you.
Next came the adorable little apartment over the movie store. This was actually a converted old hotel, and it sat in the middle of the historic downtown of a small town. In this place, I learned a lot about where my breaking points were. I learned that I was not a towny, and that I needed a place to stretch my legs and have some privacy once in a while. I learned what it is to face your problems head on, and how frustrating decisions can be. I saw some happiness in that little apartment, and I also saw some heartache.
Then came the rent house in the middle of a field. It was an old farmhouse with scuffed hardwood floors and walls that I could paint whatever color I wanted. Here I learned what true independence was. I learned what alone time was like too. I was my own handyman, exterminator, interior designer, etc. Along with that, however, there is nothing like making a phone call to home when you're in trouble. I grew in the short time I was in this place, and realized a lot about myself. I learned the value of spending quality time with the people you love, and that a life you love, like life on a cattle farm in the hills, never really leaves you.
And this journey brings us to my current residence...my little trailer in the woods. A shiny new single-wide on the upper corner of my parent's farm. I am surrounded by trees and hills. Sometimes I go outside to deer in my yard or our cows on just the other side of my fence. The best part is, the place is MINE. All mine. I believe that all these places I lived have led me to find where I really wanted to be. I lend a helping hand with the farm without having to give up independence or privacy, both of which I have come to value. The people and animals I love are just where I like them...close. I am still growing and learning in this house, but it feels so much like home. It feels like where I belong.