write about your home within 200 words
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Explanation:
Comfort Zone
It is dark. It is late. You are young and afraid. Thoughts are racing through your head. Your eyes start to adjust to the darkness. You begin to look around. You see your clock, your posters of your sports stars staring back at you, your Lego sets neatly arranged on the bookcase next to your favorite novels, and last you see your most special stuffed animal. The one that has a name and sleeps by your side every night. You are home. You realize you are safe, that your family is just down the hall, and you start to relax. Eventually your eyes start to droop, and you fall back to peaceful sleep. All of this was a very common occurrence for me when I was younger. Home for me was a safe place where I was completely comfortable with my surroundings and my parents were always around if I needed them. I was so comfortable with my own home that I struggled to be away from it. This struggle combined with anxiety made it extremely hard for me to spend time away from home. I couldn’t have sleepovers with my friends until the end of middle school. Although I really wanted to be with my friends, I would leave early so I could sleep at home, surrounded by the love and comfort contained within the walls of our house. Even though I know that I missed out on opportunities to have fun and make memories with my friends, the time I spent at home enhanced the memories that I made with my family. Now, as I have grown older and started spending less time at my house, it makes me realize how much my home means to me. Some of my best memories are set at my house, be it with my friends or family. My awesome relationships with my parents and bother are as good as they are because of all the time I have spent with them over the past seventeen years. The strong ties I have to my home even affected my college decision. I looked at colleges that were close to where I live, because I knew that it was important for me to attend a college where I will be able to come home if I need to. Even now, as I feel the urge to get away from home and be independent grow stronger, I am very happy that my college choice is just half an hour up the freeway. No longer am I the young child who can’t spend a night away from the comfort of his home, but instead a young adult who is ready to get out into the world. What makes a house a home is the impact it has on your life. My home was, and always will be, my comfort zone. The place I always feel safe and will be exactly how I left it the last time I left.