Abbey Boesiger Writing About Travel C. Severino September 11, 2018 Home is Where the Heart Is One of the most meaningful places to me is my grandparent’s old house. I haven’t been there in several years. Not since my grandmother died and my granddad moved into an apartment. I remember driving up and seeing them waiting for us through the glass door, big smiles on their faces. They would come out and give us warm, welcoming hugs, a comfort after a long day on the road. Traveling to their house was always worth it, no matter how far away we lived. My best memories from their house were at Christmastime. The spicy spell of my grandmother’s favorite candle filled the air, along with the laughter of my family. We would all come together for Christmas, all my aunts and uncles and cousins. We would pile into the...
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