My Home and My Heart

My heart has been beaten, abused, tormented, mistreated and so much more. My heart has jumped from place to place. Passed around, and tragically missed placed by every person and every place that has held it. Then my heart found a home. This was not the typical home. Not the home that has four walls, a roof, and a floor. This is the home that lets your heart flourish. That allows for you to grow and seek love in ways it never has before. With flowing hills and that weird pig smell that I love so very much (I swear I'm not crazy). Iowa is my home. It is were I found my first real crush, were I broke a heart, it is were I made friends and lost friends,

 

 

 I discovered my faith, I discovered a love for writing, I starting playing guitar and quickley learned that was not a good idea (hee hee),

also I learned that my true passion and love will always be my horses,

and I discovered my best friends;
also know has my threee sisters, cousin, and a hobbit.

Sister #1

 Sister #2 (Couldn't find a pic of me and my other sister but she is also my bff)

Cousin :)  Hobbit :D

 



My heart found its home here in the rural state of Iowa. Among the grassy, green hills,

corn fields, and large, smelly pig farms my entire being has thrived here. I’ve unveiled

who I am and who I want to become. It seems silly that I giant cornfield of a state

could mean so much to someone as insignificant as High school student, but it is true. I

love Iowa. This is my home and even though I am moving away, one day I will return

and it will once again be my home.