I want to go home.

Like many others, my favorite place to be is home. The quote "Home is where the heart is," even though it may be overused, still rings in my ears as a constant reminder that no matter where I am and how I feel, my home will always await my coming and welcome me back into its warmth and comfort. Home is where I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want, and scream and yell as loud as I want when I am blue or when I am as bright as the sun shining through the glass windows.

More specifically though, my favorite part of my home is the kitchen. I don't know what it is that brings us to the kitchen where everything happens there. We don't realize that we are on the floor laughing and rolling around, singing out of tune and making random skits, making up crazy dance moves, and choking on water in the kitchen until silence overcomes us.

"Guys, we're in the kitchen again! Why does this always happen?"

"Maybe we should move everything into the kitchen because everything happens here!"

"Yeah, like have the sofa right in the center of the kitchen, then the t.v. up there. And when we need to wash the dishes, we can do it right here from sitting down on the sofa and when we want food, we can just grab it off the counter without even standing up!"

"But that would make the kitchen less fun and meaningful. We always happen to end up talking and laughing in the kitchen. Why does it not happen anywhere else, like the living room or our bedroom? It's strange I tell you, strange!"

"Strange, but cool. I like that we always end up in the kitchen unintentionally. It's like a magnet pulling all of us together, keeping us together."

Home is where my heart is, but the kitchen is where my soul rests.