No Place Like Home

Guterson makes the statement, "On weekday mornings, familiar yellow buses amble through Green Valley toward public schools built on acreage set aside in 1971 land-sale agreement between ANC and Henderson, a blue-collar town just south of Vegas that was initially hostile to its new upscale neighbor but that now willingly participates in Green Valley's prosperity." I would have to agree that in my home town, Morristown, it seems to create a similar visual during weekday mornings. Every morning yellow buses take the same routine picking up the same kids from the same houses in the same neighborhoods. I remember when I drove to school I would recognize bus number sixty-seven which was heading to the my high school. I would always try to beat it, but ususally end up driving behind it which was always frustrating because the pace the bus would always be going was slow. Guterson also states, "Many parents prefer to drive their children to these schools before moving on to jobs, shopping, tennis, or aerobic classes. I remember my parents were the same way. Before I was old enough to drive, my parents would be in a rush to take me to school early enough to arrive at work at eight a.m. I was never late back before I had the freedom to drive myself to school. Even though my parents would always be rushed to make it to work on time, they still preferred taking me to school than forcing me to take the bus.

Memories of my home

1. Moving in
2. Painting my room
3. My sister never has lived there, she was old enough to live on her own.
4. Living with just my mom
5. Summertime

The memory I recall the most about my home is moving in about two years ago. My mom, my sister, and I have had previous homes, but they never felt like home since they were always temporary because my rented out houses and apartments. This is my mom's first house she is buying completely on her own. I remember how happy she was and how independent she felt. Since we always rented out houses and apartments I was never able to paint my room. I was so excited to pick out my own paint and decorate my room with my individual style. Finallly, I lived in a house that felt like home.