Treasures of Traveling

Home is the shared experiences with the people I love. It is the sound of laughter and joy that I experience with them. It is a place that hears your quiet even when the world is loud. It isn't just one place; it can be many places. For me home is the treasures of traveling with my family. I remember growing and maturing as a child, recognizing that my time with family as we traveled was more important than doing things simply for myself. Home is where I find lights when it is dark in a new place. Home is a place where your family holds you, like the warm pull of sand under your feet. It is the sound of rain on a tent and rivers rushing through rocks. It is the open arms ready to give you a hug. Home is where I feel safe, even in hard moments. I remember the sad times while traveling, taking my beloved dog for their last ever camping trip. It is where I would go on adventures and make new memories with my sweet dog, Juma. Home is not always easy, but that is what makes me stronger. It is a place that knows me and helps me overcome my emotions and my troubles. It hears my quiet, because even when I can’t speak up, it listens and watches over me. Home is familiar. It is a soft blanket I can climb inside. It is a song that plays in the background, a hum, not sung, but felt. I love my home no matter where I am. No one can change it; no one can replace it. Home is a treasure, and that treasure is traveling and making memories with my family