You may have heard the saying, “Home is where the heart is”.  When I first heard it, I did not really understand what it meant, but as time went on, that saying became the most-true statement I have ever heard.  I grew up in Roslindale, Massachusetts, the greatest section of Boston.  19 Arborough Road was my home.  It was a dead end street that my dad’s entire family took over.  I shared a drive way with my cousins on one side and could basically touch my other cousins house on the other side.  My house was THE definition of a home, we even had the stereotypical white picket fence at one point.  This house held countless family gatherings, ranging from small family dinners to bumping Christmas eve parties where my entire family (all 60+ of us) would have the most unreal time.

            In this very diverse house, I learned how to walk, I learned how to tie my shoes and I shot my very first basketball in that backyard.  I took my dog of fifteen years on hundreds of walks up and down that street, I shoveled countless feet of snow off of that walkway and I had snuck in and out of that front door more times than I can remember.  I felt every emotion there is in that house; sadness, rejection, heartbreak, happiness and most importantly, love.  My best family memories were made in that house.  We had movie nights with unbelievable surround sound, fun times in the Jacuzzi, we spent hours upon hours playing each other in ping pong and we had intense family football games in the back yard. 

So many amazing meals were made in that house, some of the best egg sandwiches and chicken dinners were prepared in that kitchen.  In the kitchen, we kept track of how tall me and my brother were getting and we marked our names on the sidewalk right out front so we would forever be apart of Arborough road.  This house was home to more than just my brother, mother, father and myself, this was home to all of our friends.  Every weekend and almost every week night, friends gathered here to watch movies or hangout in the backyard.  Many prom pictures were held outside of 19 Arborough, along with many Christmas cards that showed my brother and myself growing up over the years.

            My worst injuries were sustained in that house.  Concussions from falling down stairs, scraps from playing in the back yard, neck braces and so much more.  That house was the rock of my family. Every morning we would all wake up, my dad would go to work, my brother and myself would go off to school and my mother would do everything else in between.  No matter what we did that day or where we were, all of us came home to 19 Arborough and shared all of the details of our day over a home cooked meal.  That time of the day was by far my favorite time of the day because it was the one time we set everything aside to just simply hangout together.

Sadly, all of that came to an abrupt end one day.  In that house, I found out that my father was moving out and my parents were no longer going to be together.  That house was no longer the home it once was.  From that point on, 19 Arborough was no longer whole.  Family dinners had one less plate and the infamous Christmas eve parties were no longer happening.  Once I got used to our home being a household of three, my brother decided to do big things and go off to school.  The house was now down one more person, now it was only a household of two.  Family dinners had started to slow down and as she should, my mom met a man that made her happy.  When all of this happened family dinners officially stopped and the only home I had ever known was officially gone forever.

            The saying goes, “All good things must come to an end”, and it is okay that 19 Arborough Road came to an end.  What is not okay is how 19 Arborough came to an end.  Our home started out with love and happiness but ended with anger and sadness.  For the last three years my house was not a home, it was just a place where I would go after a long day.  Although 19 Arborough was not feeling like a home anymore, I refused to believe that one day I would have a new one.  Saying goodbye to the only home I had ever known was one of the hardest things my brother and myself had to go through.  It was so difficult because it was not just a house to us, it was a place where our family would gather, it was a street where you would see a family member once a day.  19 Arborough held the memories of our animals that we had lost and the people that we sadly will never being seeing again.  Like I have already said, it is okay that we had to let go of Arborough Road, I am thankful for all of the memories that were made in that house but I realized that it was never the house making the memories, it was the people in it.  My family does not need a certain house to have amazing times but until recently I thought that.

            As much as I did not want to admit it, saying goodbye to my childhood home was necessary, my family needed a fresh start.  I never thought that I could consider another house my home but the second my mother, brother and myself had our first home cooked meal in the new house, I instantly felt at home.  That is when I finally learned that home is truly where the heart is and I know that we will be making even more amazing memories at 30 Avon Road.

Home is where the heart is...