A Cup of Home

 I know this will come as a surprise to many of you, but I have an absolute love for all things coffee. I love black coffee, mochas, coffee cups, coffee t-shirts, lattes and everything else in between. My experience with coffee first started at home. Every morning, I woke up to an aroma of coffee beans and watched as my dad and mom would sit and sip on cups of coffee until the pot was empty. As I got older, I wanted to join in on the craze and since then, I have fallen in love with the cup of black coffee I make each morning. For me, coffee is relaxing, energizing and puts a smile on my face. It is something my taste buds not only love, but my heart loves it, too. My heart is filled because with each cup of coffee I drink, I am reminded of home.

           

Home is a funny word because it can mean so many things to so many different people. For some it is a place but for others it is a person. Home is the place I feel most content, energized and happy. Our home is a part of each of us: it is our roots. Throughout this past year, I have realized our home is one of the most important pieces of us. It is a part of who we are and drives much of the inspiration within us.

This year I have gotten to travel to places I never imagined. Just a few weeks ago, I was in the beautiful country of South Africa. Before traveling, I thought of South Africa as “foreign:” a place that was so unlike my home. I was excited and nervous to learn a different culture, but I couldn’t help but think about how different this place was going to be than my home. When we landed, I was suddenly amazed as to how normal I felt being there. I quickly assimilated to their culture and loved being able to learn a different way of doing things. I was able to find many similarities as well as many differences during the two weeks I was there.

The biggest difference I noticed while traveling in South Africa was when we got to interact with the people in South Africa. One of our first interactions was when we stayed a camp in the middle of the African Bush. We had completed our game drive that night and sat down for a traditional South African dinner. This night was especially special to our team because it was Clay’s birthday. As we finished up our meals, a group of the cooks and wait staff came out singing with a huge chocolate cake for Clay. This kind gesture turned into a night of complete celebration. We spent the next hour dancing and singing together. We watched as they began to sing traditional songs. Even though we had no idea what to sing or how to dance, they immediately pulled us in. A man, named Paris, grabbed my hands and even began to teach me how to dance to the music. Their complete love for their home and pride for their culture made me see how important their background was to them. They not only were proud to show us, they also wanted to include us. I left that night feeling like family to them. For them, it didn’t matter who were, the college we went to or our dream job: they loved all of us and wanted each of us to feel apart of their home. Throughout the rest of the trip, the people of South Africa continually showed us how to be proud of where you come from.

When I arrived back home after our two-week adventure in South Africa, I was soon flooded again with leaving for college, continuing the search for jobs for this summer and catching up on the school work I had missed. But, as soon as I could, I traveled back home to Worthington, MN to see my family. While in South Africa, it truly hit me.  In America, we so quickly leave home for “bigger and better things.” As high school and college students, we have amazing opportunities that can allow us to see the world, become independent and train to be professionals. There is so much potential FFA members and young adults, and I know so many amazing things can be accomplished by our generation.

What South Africa taught me though was that although adventure and experiences are important, home is important, too. Whether home means spending time with the people who mean the most to you or returning to the place in which you were raised, it is the place in which we can find some of the best inspiration, love and joy around.  The people of South Africa are some of the most joyful people I have ever met. They find so much happiness in life, and I believe it is because of the love they show for their home and family and the eagerness they have to share it with others. One of my best friends, Abby, sent me a quote I have fallen in love with. It goes, “If you want to bring happiness to the whole world, go home and love your family.”

FFA members, teachers, parents and supporters, set your sights on your goals and high achievements but always remember to go home. Whether going home means returning to your hometown or spending some time with someone important to you, make time to remember who inspires you, who loves you and who is your rock. Who or what is your home? How do they make you feel? My home is my family. They make me feel as if I can change the world. They make me want to leave for adventures but always return to share the love and sights I have seen. My mom, dad and brother make me want to share the joy that home gives me with others.

As I sit at my desk in Brookings, SD with a cup of coffee next to me, I can feel the warmth of home. I can feel the love, inspiration and encouragement from miles away. The people of South Africa showed me that to change the world, it takes goals and dreams, but it also takes the people and places who have supported you from the beginning. I love having a little cup of home wherever I go, but I always can’t wait to visit home because then I get to bring my love and passion with me, and I always leave even more inspired.

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