One of the most stressful and frustrating events that people have to endure in my opinion is moving. I recently moved all of my things out of my old dorm to a new apartment within 48 hours this past week. With the help of my best friend, Mom, a lot of patience, and three car loads of my belongings I was moved from my old dorm to a new apartment. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, but part of me actually misses the dorm and the other hall mates.
In this transition period I did however find myself living at home with my parents, grandmother, and little sister. As you can imagine no family is perfect and every family has their quirks, but at the end of the day your home is where your heart is. Moving is never easy especially when you have been practically independent for so long but my mom always says, “home is always your soft place to land.”, home isn’t where everything is perfect but where I sleep knowing that the ones I love are under the same roof.
This week I turned to the words of Where I Sleep by Emeli Sandé. The song lyrics that resonate with me were; “See the times are changing / I’m sure of nothing that I know / Except this is us and this is love, and this is where I’m home.”, and home is loud, kind of messy, full of talk about basketball, at times a bit stressful, yet always full of laughs and love. I don’t think that anything is guaranteed in life, but home is always where my Mom, Dad, sister Chandler, and Grandma Helen are. I challenge you to think of where your home is? It does not have to be your physical address, it does not even have to be where your parents live. Where do you feel like you are safe, loved, and accepted? For me it is where I sleep under the same roof with the ones that I love.
In the closing words from the song, “In a world that’s breaking / where nothing is for keeps / Oh this is us, this is love and this is where I sleep.”. In a world that is forever changing and moving there is nothing that brings me more of joy then to come home to this family.
Thank you for reading,
Miles S. Hicks