Five Minute Friday: Home

I often write about home. To me, that conjures up images of where I am from, not where I currently live. But I’m being unfair and shortchanging this little place. If I had never lived here, I might not have ever figured out just how much more I love living in the country.

For the past 8 years, I have lived in this tiny white house in the middle of a medium sized college town. The first time I stepped a foot inside it and saw the bedroom with a wall that was one huge bookshelf, I knew I would live here. I felt it deep down inside that this was a place where I would breathe and sleep and eat and read and grow.

More big things have happened to me since I moved into this house than any of my previous homes. I cried, I cooked, I had roommates, I fell in love, I got married, I cried more. I found and left jobs. Late nights I spent writing and reading, finishing my English degree. Getting up going to class and then to work and…I became an adult here.

It was the first place I lived alone. Where I shut the door behind me and I was the only one left inside.

I started this a different way and then went back and began again, even though that’s not what this is all about. Some stories are not ready to be told.

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Feeding the Cows

A month or so ago I was back home and I spent a little time down at my grandparents’ place riding around with Paw Paw, doing something that was one of my first jobs on the farm — feeding the cows.

When I was little I used to ride around feeding the cows with Paw Paw. I had a little bucket and one particular cow that I would feed one little feed cube at a time. What patience that cow must have had.

Paw Paw was happy to show me his new barns and the contents therein.

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We haven’t seen clouds like that in a while.

P.S. – Happy birthday, Paw Paw!

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