All of that said, I think everyone still has that one place that will always be home more than anywhere else. It's the place that helped define you as a person or that still holds some of your most treasured memories. For me, it's really easy. Home is a little bitty town called Midlothian, Texas.
I snapped that picture of the town marquee on Christmas night. I only get to visit once or twice a year, but it is nostalgia overload! And yes, we are the cement capitol of Texas. Big stuff!
I was fortunate to live in the same place from 3rd grade through 12th grade, so I really grew up in that town. We had one grocery store, one middle school, and one high school. Midlothian has grown a lot, but it will always have that small town feel to me!
I always say I had the best childhood. Happy and fun without a care in the world! The majority of my family lived in Midlothian, so I got to grow up with my cousins and grandparents just a stone's throw away. That was such a gift!
I learned everything in that town. My granddad taught me how to ride a horse (he's a pro, I just try not to fall off), I learned how to play tennis, I had my first kiss, and I made my first best friend.
My name is still written on two signs on the school tennis courts, I still know the majority of the teachers and principals, and you still can't go to the grocery store without seeing someone you know. Ahh, home.
I'd love to know, where do you call home?