Otero Junior College Chinook

Home is Where the Heart Is

     There is nothing more comfortable than being in your own home. At home, you don’t have that uneasy feeling like you are constantly walking on egg shells. At home, you don’t have to ask someone for something you want, whether it is food or even the restroom. At home, you just feel free. Just like the saying goes, “There’s no place like home.”

     When coming home from a strenuous day of work or school, I get a heavenly feeling just knowing I am almost in the freedom of my own home. Approaching my driveway I pass the four future wind blocks of my house—these helpless, baby blue spruce pine trees will grow into massive structures with great importance. Looking down on them today, I have the presence of mind to know they soon will take that perspective from me. After passing the blue spruces, lush foliage skirts the outside of my yard and helps me feel revitalized. I know soon I will be turning in the driveway, under two monstrous cottonwood trees, giving the impression of two colossal umbrellas on each side of the road. By this time I can hear the gravel popping beneath my tires like popcorn cracking before your favorite movie. The kernels keep popping until I pull into the garage.

     I open the garage door, walk toward the house, and I’m greeted with the trickling, soothing sound of a small waterfall. Water trickles into a crystal clear, man–made pond. Although the pond is man–made, the wildlife that gathers round creates a …