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What is home to you? Is it your family? Your actual house? Your parents house? The city you grew up in? The apartment you share with your roommates? What does home mean to you?

My brother Colton is in St. George, Utah visiting my mom and younger siblings. I FaceTimed with them this morning and it was so good to see them, even if it wasn't in person. My brother Savion, who is 18, and has autism, got on the phone with me and had the biggest smile on his face! He said, "Emi, when are you coming home?" He kept asking me that question and I told him, "Savion, I don't live there anymore. That's not my home. I will just have to come down and visit you, huh?" He said, "Yes, come home Emi." My heart sank and made me miss being at my moms house with her and my twenty younger siblings. 

After my brother asked me that question, it really got me thinking, what does home mean to me. The word home can mean so many different things to everyone. It could mean your actual house, or the people you want to be with, your parents house, even the city you grew up in.

Growing up, my family moved a couple of different times. We went from being in one city we were use to, and moved to a completely new city that we didn't even know existed. It was hard, especially leaving my friends behind and going to a brand new school where I knew no one. The last move we made was to a town called Bluffdale, Utah. Now, if you don't know where that is, it's at the point of the mountain, across the freeway from the city Draper. If that doesn't help, it's where the state prison is! Haha! Anyways, my family lived in Bluffdale for, I believe twelve years. I finished growing up in Bluffdale and miss it a lot, that was home to me. Not just the city, but my house, my friends, my family and all the memories I have from living there. It was always home to me and will always be a big part of my life. 

Now that I'm married and have a little family of my own, home is wherever my husband and son are. No matter where life takes us, I know I can always come home to them, no matter where home is. Even if home is at my mother in laws house, who has been such a trooper for letting us move in with her so many times over the past two and a half years. 

I miss my family, I miss them all the time. After I graduated high school and moved out the many different times that I did, I didn't realize how much I would miss being at home with them. I'm getting older and so are all of my siblings, but whenever we all get together, or when I go visit my mom and younger siblings, it's like I never even left in the first place.

So even though home means something different to me now, I know no matter where my life takes me, I will always have a place to go, with the people that I love most, and call home.

Until next time,

Xoxo

Emi