The Definition Of Home

As she glanced around her room and the boxes it held she couldn’t believe where she was… The same room she grew up in… The same room she spent so many years giggling to little girl jokes and sneaking cookies into… The same room she lost that which was so dear to her… So many memories… She feels like an outsider in this room… The world has made her grow into a woman… The little girl left this room a year ago with adventure in her eyes… Now the woman has returned with stories of hardship and pain… When her matriarch died, she was not in this room… When her heart was broken she was not in this room… When she was cold and alone and hungry this room was a dream…  She has been cold… Last winter was the coldest winter she’d ever known… Heat was hard to come by when she didn’t have any money… And the loneliness was starting to make her mind numb… Being alone makes you appreciate when you do have someone to talk to…  And hunger doesn’t even begin to describe the pain she had in her stomach at night… She never knew how good peas could be until she didn’t have anything but Peanut Butter and Ritz for 3 days… And now she left all that behind for the safety of her parents home… Even with everything she has here, it’s not the same to her… She’s grown harder in this year that she’s been gone… And she can’t stomach being taken care of by her parents anymore… She’s not at home in this room… It’s too comfortable… And she doesn’t know why… It doesn’t make sense… Why can’t she be comfortable in her own room anymore? Why was she so happy in her little hovel with no bathroom or heat? Why does she still think of that as home?