Home Is Where the Heart Is

 

by Savannah Moore

        

                                                                                        

They say home is a place

A yellow, 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house

Oakland, CA 94621

House, Not Home

My home has never been that house but the people inside of it are

3 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment

Pictures of brothers and sisters, children and grandchildren, friends, prom pictures,

          graduation photos line

Every wall of that apartment

Mill Valley, CA is my grandma's house

House, Not Home

My home has never ben that house but the people inside of it are

Though I don't live in either of those houses anymore, I'm home often

I see it, I feel it

I feel home when I walk into my room and a card with the words "you are my everything

          my heart" sits

On my desk

I feel home when the weather drops and I pull out my black buffer jacket, the same

          things my friends and I

Wear on a "cali gloom" day

I feel home when I have someone's baking but it's no match for my aunties, the chef

I feel home all the time

I feel home despite being 2,085 miles away because home isn't a house, but the people in

          those houses

They surround me

Home is my grammy's voice

My mom's perfume that I wear

The pink pencil bracelet my aunt got me because I "love kids, I'm an educator"

The burnt orange dress that hangs in my closet from when I was my aunt's bridesmaid

Polaroids and pictures of my brother from 3 to 13, my mom's prom pictures, my sister's

          graduation

Photos hang high to represent the time that's passed and the memories that have held

Home is where my heart is, and I carry them everyday

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Savannah Moore is a junior Psychology major and English minor from Oakland, California. She loves to read and write and has been writing creatively for ten years.