Getting asked what is home is a very tricky question to answer, because home can be a lot of different things. Home can be a white house at the foot of a mountain looked down on by five turkey houses, it can be a luscious green grass field traced with white lines, it can also be a kind, thoughtful, always-have-your-back kind of friend. These three are the most important meanings of home to me.
Growing up on a farm can be quite rough sometimes, especially when you have two older brothers and a younger brother, bossy and huge, always telling you what to do as in saying how they think it should be done and they way you are doing it is wrong. There is always work that can be done on the farm like fixing something or cleaning something. The Dad, the real boss, can be the worst. My whole life, so far, has been growing up, working on the farm, getting yelled at about anything they can think of to yell  from all sides by my brothers and parents, and never quitting. I have to feed the turkeys, fill the drinkers, clean up their crap, and work on the engine and hydraulics of the Bobcat. I never minded working like a woodpecker searching for food in a thick tree trunk, or getting yelled at to get back to work by the boss. Then, after a long day of work coming inside to eat a delectable mixture of ham, potatoes, and vegetables like lima beans and green beans that your mother has made for you. That has made me who I am today and helped me establish my home.
I also can find myself at home playing soccer, basketball, and track with some of my good friends Brendan, Jesse, Zach, Carson. It has always felt like a safe place for me, because nothing else matters. I can get away from the stress of school like tests and homework and all of the drama that comes with it. As soon as I get out onto the field, court, or track, adrenaline flowing, everything just leaves me except for task at hand or foot. One of the best feelings is when you, exhausted and banged up, come off the field at the end of a game knowing you’ve done your best and came out on top. It’s like after the game at Carlisle, when we played our best and were really tired, even though we lost one to zero.
Always having someone I know will alway be there for me feels like a home. They can always be there to give you hope and help you get through hard things that come up in your life. It’s like after I found out I broke both of my wrists, how helpful everyone was helping out with everything I couldn´t do.Wonderful people, kind and helpful, are always willing to help you with anything you need.  My best friends have always felt like home to me, always picking me up when I get knocked down on the soccer field and need a hand to get back up.
These three things, dwelling, sports and friends/family, are very important to my feeling of home and sense of home. I know I can always go back to them if I need to for any reason. My sense of home is probably much different from other people's senses of home and belongings, but this is what makes us who we are and how everyone is different from one another.