My teacher wanted it to be vague and open. So he left the creativity up to us. This is so far what i have... Any suggestions to make it better? I STILL HAVE TO DO THE LAST PARAGRAPH TO TIE IT UP.
It hurts to leave a home. It hurts to love and to lose. To leave something you have planted in the soil with love, hate, and happiness flowing the roots. A home is also protection, a bond between a human and their home. A bond between a human and something they love.
I have not lost my home, because a home is not a place, structure, or a coordinate on a map. It is somewhere I can laugh about the meaningless moments in life, where I can sing on the top of my lungs in the shower, and where I can sleep soundly in the warmth of my own bed. A home is a garden. It is full of life- flowers, trees, air. At first you might feel alone in a garden, hearing silence. From outside my window, my house is quiet, and all you can see is a glimmer of light. But once you walk through that garden or that house- you can feel the life. The butterflies, the morning dew on the edges of the leaves, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The hidden love behind the door of the garden is opened.
But what happens once you have to leave that garden? When you say goodbye to everything you once knew? When you venture out past your safe haven and travel into the unknown? I am yet to find the answer, knowing I have year left at home before I begin my journey to a university.
It hurts to leave a home. It hurts to love and to lose. To leave something you have planted in the soil with love, hate, and happiness flowing the roots. A home is also protection, a bond between a human and their home. A bond between a human and something they love.
I have not lost my home, because a home is not a place, structure, or a coordinate on a map. It is somewhere I can laugh about the meaningless moments in life, where I can sing on the top of my lungs in the shower, and where I can sleep soundly in the warmth of my own bed. A home is a garden. It is full of life- flowers, trees, air. At first you might feel alone in a garden, hearing silence. From outside my window, my house is quiet, and all you can see is a glimmer of light. But once you walk through that garden or that house- you can feel the life. The butterflies, the morning dew on the edges of the leaves, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The hidden love behind the door of the garden is opened.
But what happens once you have to leave that garden? When you say goodbye to everything you once knew? When you venture out past your safe haven and travel into the unknown? I am yet to find the answer, knowing I have year left at home before I begin my journey to a university.