When I go home, I go home to something different than most students. I go to Colorado Country. I live about six miles outside of a tiny town on a twenty acre farm. My mother built a straw bale house from the ground up by herself. I grew up sharing a 7' by 11' room with my brother and sister, milking goats before school and playing on hay bales in a barn.

My room is upstairs tucked under the eaves of our house. It is a magical place tucked away from the rest of the world, surrounded by floating purple and warm brown. At night I can see the stars from my window and often stayed up late as a teen to see falling stars. When it rains, it falls on the roof, slow and then fast, a drum as I fall asleep.

I love the country, the stars, and the barn. This is the story land of my childhood. A place a world away from everything else. My home.