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Home. A word that brings comfort and eases the stress and pains of the world. This word uplifts the soul and drives us to complete the daunting and hectic task of the day in hopes of returning to its warm embrace. It’s our shelter, our essence, our backbone. When people hear the word “home,” an image of high definition comes into their minds, the colors crisp and the smells precise. I wish I had this luxury. The luxury of attachment. I long for the feeling of walking into a house, and knowing it’s mine; knowing it will never leave and I will never leave it. Being a dependent of the military for fifteen of your seventeen years does this. You learn to become numb to physical objects and pack only the things that matter the most to you in a small brown box. That is all you get: a little brown box.
Home #1. Location: Alaska. I guess this my first real home. I surely don’t remember the atmosphere of it all, for I was only a baby. My parents filled the void of my memories with stories of their time there. Like how they had to cover the windows with blankets and tin foil when the land was enveloped in never ending daylight, just to get an ounce of sleep. Or how they had to bustle around the town in the precarious state of civil twilight. They made Alaska seem so foreign and mysterious. My first home is still a mystery to me, and will probably always be.
Home #2. Location: Utah. This home is where I began to develop memories. My first memory was, in fact, a nightmare. A man-eating

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