*Home Sweet Home*

       Just driving down the road listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the windshield of my car, looking to my left and to my right seeing the green valleys and hills...coming up to the Y i take the right turn. Ah finally familiar ground...the hills, the valleys, the roads, the smells of fresh country air, pulling into town, driving over the exact eight bumps on the bridge, Hamps on the left Corbett's on the right, highschoolers up town, people dining at Bergy's, taking my left by Ez-Way and at last I pull up to a bluish gray familiar building I call my home. Ya know we move on and go out to aspire to bigger and greater things than this little town we've all been "stuck in" for eighteen years of our lives, but within a year after having moved on this little town and everything about it doesn't seem so bad anymore. Quite frankly, it turns into everything you have loved, love, and will love. It's what influenced me and impacted my life to help me become who i am today. I have lived in St. George for four months which during that time was my home and now I'm in a different town which I now call home, but these are all homes away from my real home. I can live in so many different places and travel to many different cities but this little town of Grace will always be home to me. It's where i grew up my whole life. It's where I found my childhood friends. It's where I was always supported. It's where a third of my life's memories were made. It's the town where everyone knew who were. It's the town that my heart holds so dearly. This little town never changes, it's so traditional that you almost feel like you have traveled back in time back to those little towns where everyone knows everyone and everyone's routines...in the mornings all the old men meet up at Ez way to drink coffee and B.S....At Hairbenders where all the chit chat and gossip happens...Kathy mowing her lawn in her black tank shorts and little walkman...workers of Pacificorp eating lunch at Ez way or Bergy's...Greg London continuously cracking jokes in the Pharmacy at London Drug...it's those little things that really do count. What fickle and irrelevant things right?...but it's just so much more than that. It's home. There's nothing like it...the place where my family and friends are. The place that honestly had an effect on every aspect of my life. Don't get me wrong, leaving and going to do your own thing and finding your own way in life is amazing, but i will never forget where my real home is. No matter how crazy this ride can get...there's always this one little quiet beautiful country town I can return to that will always re-remind me of what life is really about. <3