“what is home?”

Meeting my current friends was like walking into Narnia. We embraced each other’s talents and accepted the differences. We love each other like the Pevensies loved Aslan. With them, I’m not living in fear of judgment. I’m not walking around self-conscious, wondering if I’m good enough for them. To me, my circle of friends is home.

Home is the blended smell of our perfumes and colognes as we huddle for a group hug to cheer each other up when one of us is experiencing stress. It is working together searching for a solution for water waste, all utilizing our different expertise and together, forming the most competent group. The way that we’re all able to ask silly questions without having to worry about being thought of as ludicrous. Home may perhaps be the way that they protect me against the erratic voices of the world as if I was a baby yet respecting me like I was the eminence of our friend group. Talking to them is like walking into Professor Kirke’s wardrobe, all my stress is left behind. I trust that we’ll never leave anyone behind, even if we’re split up across the world.

With them, I’ve learned love, respect, and acceptance. After the calamities we’ve been through, our unconditional love for each other has kept us together. We’ve learned to accept and respect the differences; to agree to disagree. Some of us like to solve math problems in our free time, while others like to listen to Pink Sweat$ and sit on rooftops. Some long for a Harry Potter movie marathon, while others prefer to read the books. We might be a little weird and crazy. But to me, my friends are my utopia, my home.