On January 21st 2018, the news was official. The DeMuth
family was picking up and moving AGAIN to an even weirder destination:
Wisconsin. However, this time is a little different because I am not going
with. With the news came worried texts from family, apologetic conversations
with friends, stressful packing, and one or two utter breakdowns. During these
breakdowns, I continually asked myself the hard questions:
How could this happen again?
What am I going to do without my parents?
Where am I going to stay?
Will I even have a home?
All of these questions pressed in my mind as I started
packing my life into cardboard boxes yet again. Sensing a need for a break, I
sat back on my heater and paged through scribbled words in my journal picturing
the adventures. I filled the pages and read up on my winter visit to the Battle
Lake
FFA chapter. I remembered everything so clearly, from getting lost on a
forgotten dirt road to arriving at a stranger’s doorstep. However, Sage did not
remain a stranger for long. She opened her home to me, sharing dog kisses and
her foreign language skills, along with plenty of laughs. The next morning, we
drove to breakfast with the entire Battle Lake officer team. I sat and listened
to the outrageous stories and watched as smiles appeared on every face,
including my own.
It wasn’t until later that I realized this is what home
really is. In the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, home is described as ‘a place of
residence;’ however, I believe the definition is a little deeper. To me, home
is more of a feeling. Home is what I felt during breakfast that day. Home is
when we are in a situation where we feel like we belong, like we’re valued and
are needed there, because the people there make us feel that way. Home does not
have to be one specific place. Home can be in
your house, your barn, your
locker room, your best friend’s car, or even your ag room. What matters is how
the people around you make you feel at home.
As FFA members, we know this idea of home all too well, as
well as what it feels like to not be at home. When you think about it, that’s
why we try and create home for others, because we know the feeling. Next time
you see a freshman, someone starting their first day at school, a shy
competitor entering the show ring, or even someone having a rough day, try to
create home for them. We can ask them about their interests and pair them into
an FFA event that matches those, listen to their favorite crazy story from the
show ring, or we can invite them for coffee with our friends after school. We
may not be able to create a physical home for someone, but we can create the
feeling.
Stationed by the flag,
Eleora DeMuth
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