Essay on My Sweet Spot On The Pale Blue Dot
the usual residence of a person, family, or household. It sounds simple enough, but the word home is far more complex than a dictionary
could possibly describe. Ask anyone you know what is home to them, and instinctively they will conjure up a distant memory from their
past. For many people, it will include how the exterior looks; for me, it is less about the façade, but rather the memories made within that
evoke a feeling of comfort. The comforts that a home can provide is unparalleled anywhere on earth. Sure, you could stay in an
extravagant hotel, or a quaint little bed and breakfast, but it will undoubtedly be missing that special feeling you get at home. Home
provides us with a safe and judgement-free zone to express ourselves, without the fear of backlash from the outside world. When life gets
rough, it is the one place we long to be; it is the place where we can be at peace. It is where we gather with friends and family to celebrate.
The comforts of home cannot be measured in the number of material items we have acquired; it is a special feeling that is at the core of
who we are.
When I think of home, it is simplistic. It is not luxurious, like those seen on TV; there are no maids, groundskeepers, or chefs at my
disposal. It is a modest three-bedroom home on a corner…