There have been lots of special and "magical" places I've been too. All the way across the country from Pennsylvania to New Mexico to visit relatives. Down to West Virginia where I got the coolest pair of high heels. Or to Bermuda where I vacationed for a week. And what about the Big Apple, where I got to walk all over the city? Yes, these were great. But there is just one place. One place that nothing can beat. And that's home.

You may be saying "Home?! That is the place I want to be furthest from!" I have had those thoughts. But home is definitely where my heart is. All my memories of growing up. All the times I've fallen off the swings or slipped in the grass. All the times I dragged mud though the house. And the family cookouts, with hamburgers and the Jell-O cups!

The times when my family would sit and have a home cooked meal. And the Christmases and Easters. Those are memories that can only come back once I start a family. And even then they won't be the same. The freshly baked chocolate chip cookies I made with Mom. And licking the cake batter from the bowl! Nothing can just ever top that!

But then there are bad memories I must account for. The time when I got suspended from school for smoking. And my rebellious years where I never spoke to my mother and ruined her walls and carpets with nail polish remover. The times I told my father how I hated him. And the fights with my brothers. Though not good, I still must remember them. Broken curfews, bad grades, late night parties and enough attitude to boot.

But home sweet home. My life has been my home. My home has been my life. It's the place I like to come back to after a hard days work. It's where I sleep and eat. Sometimes just hang out. The days when I lounge around the house in my pajamas eating cookie dough. Crying while watching movies over and over again. Washing the cars and feeding the animals. Doing the dishes and cooking dinner. Memories that can only be made at home.

Home sweet home.