Advanced Compositon Assignment Brings Me Back "Home"

So in Adv. Comp, we had to write a paper about a word, and we had to describe what we thought this word meant, and such.. so I chose "Home".

So. I hope you enjoy. my perspective of "home".

My Home

Home, to me home isn’t a place you live, it isn’t where you sleep, eat, or play. Home is much more than that. Home is where a soul dwells. It is where I am able to be myself, where I am able to be free, no strings or questions attached.


Where does a soul dwell? A soul dwells in a safe, reliable place. Somewhere it can call its own. Where it is able to run free, live, without fear. The soul dwells where love is found. Where hope is a number one contender in the game of life, where happiness has no boundaries. Where the soul dwells, is somewhere filled with peace and excitement all at once. Where there is no care in the world except for the moment at hand. That is where a soul dwells.


Now where am I able to be myself? I am able to be myself in a place 131 miles away, in the little town of Reedsburg, Wisconsin. My home is a long gravel road leading into a different world. It is filled with laughter, love, and joy. My home is running through the athletic field screaming at the top of my lungs read for the best game of our lives. Around the ringing of laughter, faces filled with “war paint” from ashes. My home is filled with the dim hallways of night, while children dream of Christians fighting the tough battle from the Romans. Leaders filling the hearts of children with hope, while singing the sweetest lullabies.


Where I am able to be myself is sitting around a fold up table, drinking warm hot chocolate, conversing about the highs and lows of my day. Chatting about where God was today, and the cute children we worked with.


The place I call home is a place like no other. Where I am able to sleep around the ones I love in the old chapel, where I am able to eat sundae crunch bars while singing songs or playing ninja. My home is sitting in the Chapel, listening to the enchanting sounds of the care free world around me.


My home is the dark gray asphalt, where the light “ping” of a basketball hits the back board as a child reaches his dreams in a game of lightning. Where the sound of laughter and joy ring out daily. My home is the seventy-five degree weather, partly cloudy, with the sun peeking out of a cloud, the ray landing right on my face warming me to the core.


My home is not just a simple camp ground. My home is not a place of the past. My home is not a crutch, for when you need a “happy moment”. My home is holy ground. It is so much more than the land. It is so much more than the people. It is so much more than all of that. My home is a place to learn about myself, and the world around me. My home shows me that I am strong in all I do. This is what every home should do. Help whoever’s soul that dwells there, to find itself, and make it the person that they will be for the rest of their lives. That is what a home is.