My Home - Original Writing

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

I remember coming home eagerly waiting for my older sister to arrive home so I could tell her about everything I learned in my third grade class. I was looking out the window for hours, waiting for her to arrive home, my mother told me that she was probably staying after to make up a test before she left for work. It was evening when my father arrived home and she still was not there. He noticed me gazing out the window because he promptly asked me,

Speeding around the corner, I see the dilapidated house has taken one more step toward total ruin, the cemetery has a few new headstones, and Mamaw’s house looks exactly the same. The single story white brick house sits alone on the right side of Miller Road and the yard is alive with flowers, trees, and invisible-from-a-distance fire ant-piles. I pull in the driveway and park to the side of the house under the shade of the massive pecan tree. The crunch of squirrel-cracked shells sounds beneath my feet. I smile at the familiarity of it all as the storm door thunks shut behind me. My nose is assaulted by the smell of fresh biscuits and starched laundry. Bright light floods into the empty family room from the porch, and I know I am home.

That little tan house with green shutters will always be important to me because I basically grew up there. My grandma’s house was out in the country so it was really relaxing and quiet out there I always felt safe there. My grandma recently passed away but before she passed we went over to her house and i got one last hug from her before we left not knowing it was going to be the last one i will ever get from her. That house will be in my heart forever and all the memories along with it. And i will always look back and remember the good times i had there and

Home for me is located at 1451 Pleasant Valley Road, in a small city called Vienna, which only has one red light in the middle of town. My family and I have moved around a total of three times. The house we reside in now, for some reason we knew it was the last time we would move. The house is bricked and is within a pine tree orchard, but it is different from any other house to me. Every year since we have lived in this house we have had every family holiday and event. Home to me is not just a building, it is the people inside the house, my family.

Late one August night way past my bedtime, My two Cousins and I were on the living room floor trying to pick out a scary movie. Then I saw my stepmom walk outside. I heard my Dad snoring and my little sisters were all sleeping.

When I was seven years old, I was outside playing catch with a softball with my sister, Katie and my mom. My mom collapsed due to what we believed was the heat due to the temperature being ninety plus degrees, but it turns out this was the start of infinite trips to the hospital.My mom had passed out due to reasons that were unknown at the time. My sister Katie and I ran inside the house and called 911 and told them what happened. My mom was still on the ground. Within ten minutes, the ambulance showed up on our doorstep and proceeded to wake up my mom. They were asking her questions about her health and she responded confused, “I’m fine. I do not know what happened.” The ambulance then, took my mom to the hospital and ran multiple tests and even heart tests. Katie and I were playing with our Barbie dolls while we were waiting in the hospital room for her test to get back. It seemed like we were there for a million years. As we were patiently waiting, my mom looked scared. I remember her telling me how her dad died from a heart attack when he was only 40 and so did her grandfather. The doctors were severely concerned about her situation.

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling as a voice soothed my firstborn child. As I moved to change my position, my arm brushed over my wife. I got out of bed and rushed to the baby’s room, all the while thinking I should have never taken those greens. I didn’t believe she’d do it, after all it was only a handful of greens. I thought it was just an empty threat.

The house that I am living in now is not where I used to live and to me it is not home yet. To me home is where all your friends and family are, where you can and have create new joyful memories. The first house my family had shares few memories with my little brother but I can remember quite a lot. Exhausted from the fun activities of the day, I would collapse onto my comforting warm bed in my bedroom were I once spent my nights in, conjuring up countless phantasms fantasies and dreams. It had a balcony connected to which I would gain access to it through huge glass slider doors facing west over the lake so I could see the sun set over the shimmering lake contemplating the events of the day. I can remember waking up early every morning running down the stars to play in my favorite room in the house across from the chicken so I can hear the sizzling of bacon and smell its wonderful aroma while playing with my toys.In the summer we would eat out on the patio under my balcony. After I would run around take the boats out or just swim. I took my first steps their spake my first words their and so much more that house is a vesele that holds my childhood memories. I can remember countless times that I walked, biked, sailed or kayaked down to the beach to meet friends. We would swim out to the slide on the floating dock and spend hours their. We would have water gun fights or build sand castles no matter what the activity was we would always have a great time.

No one had lived in the apartments near me and my family for about a year. It had seemed like we had been forgotten about. At the back of the desolated apartment complex we were all alone.

When I woke up, we were at a small apartment building that was close to Disney World. I got out of the car, stretched, and helped my father with the bags. We got the keys

The year of 2004, was a traumatic experience for me it was the first time I saw my mother on the ground in tears. My parents, sister and I slept in the same room. My sister and I had these nice sturdy dark brown made out of wood bunk beds. She slept on the top and I slept on the bottom bed since I was younger and a crazy sleeper. My parents had their bed right next to our bunk bed my father slept by the wall and my mom slept near me. I remember that night i couldn’t fall asleep so my mom decided to hold my hand and I finally fell asleep.

Where was I expected to go now that my father no longer wanted me living in his house? I remember asking myself this question over and over. I had just been dropped off, back in my home town, at my grandparent’s house after a long and excruciatingly quiet car ride. I had sat in the backseat of my father’s SUV, not a single word spoken between us. The entire time all I had to think about was where I would go once we arrive at our destination. I can’t stay with my grandparent’s for the next two years while I’m finishing high school, and there was no way I was going to return to his house if I was just going to be forced to leave again. I unwelcome there, so I knew that I would be living with my mother by the time school started, which was great, except for the fact that nothing is ever permanent with her. Spending time with her on the weekends as a child I remember it always seemed like she was at a different house, living with another friend, or back staying in the spare bedroom at my grandparent’s. It was always unknown to me where I was going to be going when I stayed with her. Half-way through her college career I was born, so her only choice was to quit school and get whatever job she could, in the hopes that one day she would be able to go back and earn her degree. I never realized the importance of attending college, neither one of my parents had attended or finished their higher education, all I heard about it was the debt I would accumulate if I decided to go to a

I woke up, laying in a bed that wasn 't mine. I was tired as I had ever been. I was in the hospital. I was not sure how long I had been sleeping or passed out. My mom was waiting for me to wake up. Her eyes were red and splotchy.

never came to terms where we’d like to live in. We’ve lived from the smallest of towns to big city places and all around Texas but I’ve never complained because i love to move around and meet new souls as my dad said. Originally living in Houston, i got used to the city never sleeping but once the moving began i changed my mind quickly. From all the places i’ve had the pleasure of living in, there is one thing i have learned from my travels as we’ve finally stopped in a city like town, nothing beats living in the country.