If you know me, I think you’d find it hard to believe that I grew up on a farm. It’s true. My dad raised chickens, pheasants, guineas, and goats (I had a goat named Tabitha). I wasn’t active in 4-H like most of my classmates, and the most I did on the farm was help collect chicken eggs – and sold them to my teachers. Once I left for college, I stayed in the city… for good! They say Home is where the Heart is, and I think that will always be true. Home is my place of escape. Home is where I feel loved, relaxed, peace, and content. Basically put, It’s where my heart is. My parents moved from our farmhouse while I was in college, but we’re still surrounded by cornfields, farm land, and cow crossing signs. No matter which house they live in, “Home is where the heart is”.