Home is Where Your Heart Is

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

AP Lit memoir assignment about coming to grips with my real home.

I never really gave much thought to whether or not there was any truth in cartoons. I was under the impression that someone, somewhere, was sitting in a room making up ridiculous ways to make people laugh; that is until I went to visit my dad one summer.

My parents divorced not long after my first birthday and when I was in middle school, my dad bought 125 acres of land in rural Missouri and moved there. The property, and the house my dad built on it, was in the middle of nowhere. Our closest neighbor was a mile away, the closest town was 13 miles away, Wal-Mart was 30 miles away and the nearest mall was an hour drive.

This 125 acres of property was mostly wooded, but had two big pastures, one of which was our five acre front yard, the other was the food plot. If you wanted to go for a walk, you could walk down to the river, and on your way there, you would come across a path that would take you to the food plot. When you got to the food plot you had two choices: you could either walk straight and go into the pasture, or you could go right. If you went right, you would find yourself on another path. This path was covered by the canopies of trees, and the trees formed a tunnel. It was like those pictures you see of the driveways that lead up to some old southern plantation home.

One day, I went for a walk and decided to take that path. When I got there, much to my surprise, the tunnel of trees that I loved so much was gone. In its place were tree stumps, that were perfectly sharpened into points, and there wasn’t a wood shaving to be seen anywhere on the ground. It was a sight I had only seen in cartoons on TV, but I knew right away what had destroyed my beloved tunnel. Beavers.

Up until that point, I never realized that beavers actually left trees looking like that. I thought it was something that cartoonists had made up. My whole view of cartoons changed, and I started to look at the world in a new way. After all, if what I knew about cartoons was wrong, then certainly I must be wrong about other things too.

Having my dad move really changed me. I was always a little bit unsure where my home was, because I was always moving from house to house; when one of these houses went to a place that was very far away, the question of where my true home was really started to bother me. I had always lived with my mom, so I always considered her house “home”, but I was never really truly happy or comfortable there. My dad’s house was where I really wanted to be, but now that he was hundreds of miles away and I was never there, I couldn’t consider that my home, could I?

After my encounter with the beavers, I started thinking about what a home really was. It is somewhere safe; it is somewhere you feel loved and comforted; it is somewhere you can always return to, no matter what.

Then I started to think about the things I learned while I was at my dad’s house for the summers, and all the things I did. The canoe trips, the long hikes, the ATV rides, the target practice, the freshly picked blackberries, the hot days I spent working in the garden, the long drives, the terrifying storms, and the lessons on how to check for ticks and chiggers, were all things that I loved about that place. These things made me feel at home, I felt like I really grew up there. Although I didn’t get to spend a lot of time there, my dad’s property taught me so much. The summers I spent at my dad’s house were opportunities to spend time with people I loved, in a place that I adored. So what if my dad’s house was really far away?

Having my dad move taught me a lot of things, but most importantly, I knew that my dad moving, and the place he moved to, had taught me that the cliché “home is where your heart is” was completely true. It just took beavers and cartoons to make me realize it.


Submitted: April 11, 2012

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