Can Home Be A Place In Kennedy, Alabama

What is home? Can home be a place or a person? Is home concrete, or can home be abstract? The term homesickness implies that we miss a place we call home, but is it truly a building we desire, or do we yearn for the people who dwell within? When I think about home, I think about my family and how we love one another. Though we have lived in different places and made memories there, our dynamic and our affection for each other has not changed with the environment. I believe that home is a place where we are surrounded by loved ones, and there is no where I am more loved than in Kennedy, Alabama. In my hometown, there is little more than a post office and a gas station to service the residents, but it is because of this lack of venues for our …show more content…
When I cross the borders of my little town, I feel an immediate difference — not only in myself, but in my environment. Looking around I see places where I made joyful memories — on my right is the church that held fifth quarter celebrations after every home football game, on my left is the park I sat and studied for the ACT for hours with my friends during my sophomore year. For every memory associated with a place in town, their are hundreds more affiliated with the townspeople. In fact, I would argue that it is because of these special memories and the closeness that Kennedy fosters that allows the town and its people to hold such a warm place in my …show more content…
Whether it is for a football game, a ceremony, or a fundraiser, the entire community turns out for the event in support of their children and of their own alma mater. Though the school has only been around to educate two generations of students, everyone has memories on the school’s campus. I, myself, share many memories with my peers on the school grounds. For instance, the first time I realized I would miss my classmates after graduation, I was at our end of the year celebration in the ninth grade, and for the first time, I saw my classmates as I saw my community — as a family. The last time I interacted with my whole class before graduation was on the playground the week before classes ended. Once again, playing and acting like the children we no longer claimed to be, I saw my classmates as a family. Despite the fact that my classmates are spread across the Southeast now, no longer interacting daily, we all come together and rekindle that familiarity whenever time