- July 05, 2017
- Posted by Emma Lea Harris
July 5th, 2017
It’s funny how the definition of home can change. Or rather, it’s funny how what we consider familiar changes so drastically.
Home for us is campfires by a lake and fighting off mosquitoes. Home is the grimy, sweat-streaked faces around us and never being fully rid of trail dirt and rocks from clearing new tread.
Home is sore muscles and bandaging each others’ scrapes and blisters. Home is walking barefoot around camp and fake battles with sticks.
Home is the sound of the campfire crackling and pens scribbling letters to home after a long day’s work. Home is sore feet and shared jackets.
Home is life stories and falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, and home is songs being sung after dinner.
But more than anything, home is who we share all of these things with.
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