Heavenly Home
I grew up with snow. Lots and lots of snow. Building a snowman with my sisters, smelling the burning wood in the bonfire, and sledding down a hill in fear. Home is personal and means something different to everyone. I am blessed to say that my home means love, compassion, and warmth. It’s the little things like having an afternoon hot chocolate with my feet up by the fire. My home is filled with good times, my childhood, and most importantly family and friends.
Living on a busy street with kids my age that would always be up for a snowball fight or a game of hide and go seek. My family moved into a yellow house with a brick driveway. This home made me feel full of love because the walls were filled with memories and growing up there made me sane. Home is where my heart is and a place where I do not mind being. Growing up with sisters made me realize how thankful I am to have such an amazing childhood. My mother always threw birthday parties at our house but I would always be asleep. During Christmas time, I remember hearing Frank Sinatra through the house and my heart would fill with joy. Christmas was always my favorite because being the third child means I would get the most presents out of my sisters and me. My sister’s and I all got matching bikes, but I had the training wheels. All I remember was racing down a hill as my mom ran outside screaming, “Stop, Stop!”
Home is where you can be you, the people who live with you will love and respect you. It’s a place you can go after a long day and feel at ease with your mind, nor having to worry about being judged or getting yelled at. Sitting with your family and having wonderful conversations at the dinner table, laughing at the person who ate the last piece of bread, and most importantly being loved by one another. Growing up and growing old won’t make me forget my memories I had.
My heart is at home, I feel secure and free in the state of my happiness. Growing up in this yellow house won’t change whom I become. You feel at home, becoming comfortable and at ease in the place you live in. A house is more than a design on the inside and outside but a place for a loving family named the DiSalvo’s.
To read more of Jelly's work, please visit her website.
I grew up with snow. Lots and lots of snow. Building a snowman with my sisters, smelling the burning wood in the bonfire, and sledding down a hill in fear. Home is personal and means something different to everyone. I am blessed to say that my home means love, compassion, and warmth. It’s the little things like having an afternoon hot chocolate with my feet up by the fire. My home is filled with good times, my childhood, and most importantly family and friends.
Living on a busy street with kids my age that would always be up for a snowball fight or a game of hide and go seek. My family moved into a yellow house with a brick driveway. This home made me feel full of love because the walls were filled with memories and growing up there made me sane. Home is where my heart is and a place where I do not mind being. Growing up with sisters made me realize how thankful I am to have such an amazing childhood. My mother always threw birthday parties at our house but I would always be asleep. During Christmas time, I remember hearing Frank Sinatra through the house and my heart would fill with joy. Christmas was always my favorite because being the third child means I would get the most presents out of my sisters and me. My sister’s and I all got matching bikes, but I had the training wheels. All I remember was racing down a hill as my mom ran outside screaming, “Stop, Stop!”
Home is where you can be you, the people who live with you will love and respect you. It’s a place you can go after a long day and feel at ease with your mind, nor having to worry about being judged or getting yelled at. Sitting with your family and having wonderful conversations at the dinner table, laughing at the person who ate the last piece of bread, and most importantly being loved by one another. Growing up and growing old won’t make me forget my memories I had.
My heart is at home, I feel secure and free in the state of my happiness. Growing up in this yellow house won’t change whom I become. You feel at home, becoming comfortable and at ease in the place you live in. A house is more than a design on the inside and outside but a place for a loving family named the DiSalvo’s.
To read more of Jelly's work, please visit her website.