What is home? Is it the structure you live in? Is it where your significant other resides? This philosophical question can only mean one thing: another Let’s Blog Off.
One answer to the ‘What is home?’ question is the cliché ‘Home is where the heart is.’ However, home is more than heart: it is a feeling. It is a warm-fuzzy that you receive when you walk in the door. It is that intangible piece that is indescribable to anyone else but you.
Where is home for me? Sit back and I will tell you. I have moved frequently over the last ten years, and only one place gives me that special warm-fuzzy feeling – Oxford, OH. Oxford is home to my beloved alma mater Miami University. It is true that I reside in Dayton, OH, but Oxford will always be home.
Why is Oxford so special to me? For starters, paying my own way through Miami taught me that I can stand on my own without help. I had good friends at MU that stood by me when times were tough. Oxford was the last place I lived where I felt as if I had a purpose. Lastly, the feeling I get when I go back is one of euphoria. Words can not describe exactly how I feel, but I always feel at home. I feel as if I belong.
I have a different purpose now, to test product and crunch numbers, but it is not the same. Walking into my house in Dayton does not give me the same feeling as walking into a building on campus. It has been awhile since I have lived in Oxford, but it will always be a part of me. It is my home.
I grew up in the quintessential American family: Mom, Dad, and two kids. Since my family was small, a large home was not necessary. We had a typical one-story brick ranch that many families had in the ‘70s. Where am I headed? It is none other than Let’s Blog Off, where participants are asked to name what they wanted as a child.
There were many items I wanted growing up. As I sifted through childhood memories, I kept coming back to one thing: a house with stairs. I know that sounds silly, but it is the truth.
My four cousins always had a two-story home, simply because they had a larger family. We would play in the stairwell. When Cousin Meg and I did not want to clean, we would place items on the stairs instead of putting them away properly. Meg and Jake taught me how to slide down the banister. (See picture below for the culprits.) Of course, we would get in trouble, but we had so much fun.
I pretended my bedroom had stairs by setting up sofa cushions next to Mom’s card table. I climbed up and down until my mother caught me sitting on top of the card table. She asked me what I was doing. I told her I wanted a house with stairs like Meg and Jake. Mom was not impressed with my engineering marvel because she proceeded to demolish my stairwell and spank me. I was forbidden from the card table for a long time afterwards.
Recently we were all together again. Meg and I shared childhood memories. I told her I was jealous of her because she had a house with stairs. She laughed at me. She said that she like my house because the bathroom was never very far away. I guess this proves the old saying, “The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence.”
Becky & David’s Wedding – June 2006
From L to R: Chris, Meg, Me, Becky, David G., David D., Jess, Leslie, Jake