I like to think of my true home as being something that is not seen with the eyes but felt in the heart.
The road to a physical home is an easy route to take. You can just turn right or left on a certain street or exit off of a certain highway, and with today’s technology, the use of the GPS system has made it easier for people to just put in the address and drive straight to their destination. When I arrive at my physical home, it contains the same driveway where I would spend my childhood picking sunflowers that still grows during the Spring. The walls are still filled with pictures that help me remember my Spiderman themed birthday party when I was six. The trophy case still contains my countless Honor Roll awards from school and the cabinet in the bathroom still has that wobbly feeling when it is being opened. When you walk into the kitchen, the bulky, stainless steel refrigerator is the first thing that meets the eye. Bordering the refrigerator is the dishwasher that is only used when it is my turn to wash the dishes. Diagonal to the dishwasher is the stove that conveniently has a self-clean button that also only gets used when it’s my turn to clean. Across