Generally, home for me feels like being wrapped up in love and security and is where I am in close communion with loved ones and with God. I find home, therefore, in a variety of places. Most of my impressions of love and security took root in my home in Mechanicsburg, with my family, and my tight-knit group of friends and my church. As I have gone to college and come to forge deep relationships and grown and learned the meaning and significance of love for a place here in Beaver Falls this has also become a home to me. My college home has even become split into two separate homes, one on campus with dear friends, and one here at the house with people and experiences that have also come to mean a great deal to me. As dear friends and family members have moved to different parts of the country or world a piece of home for me goes with them. Therefore, my home is scattered, and it is easy to feel homeless, because no matter where I go part of my home is absent, elsewhere, and I am missing.