Dakarai

When I think of home I have two different feelings. Think of a place where there are loud, arguing, fighting and disruptive kids. Sometimes I would think about running away because it was so bad. I’m extremely happy that I’m living on campus this fall at the University Center. But there are also good times at home. I will also miss yelling at my brothers telling them to stop a hundred times. I’m going to miss my little sister and her adorable voice. But most of all I’m going to miss wrestling with my brothers in the basement. At my house, the basement was the place to be. There’s a bar down there for the adults a course, a broken go-cart that my brothers play on, a big TV that we watch, and finally Chevy caprice chairs where I either sit on or sit on and watch TV.

I share a connection with Mark Salzman and him loving his basement. Mark stayed in his basement practicing his kung fu. His basement was like his own world. That’s the same with me. I would take my lab top to the basement and just edit anything I could. People from school would just ask if I could edit their stuff and I would do for free. I’ll just go to the basement, isolate myself from everybody and just do what I love. Nobody ever bothered me when I was editing but my little sister because she either love me or just love making me mad. She would come down to the basement and ask me like a hundred questions. She would also hit me and run or just want me to give her a hug or a kiss. I think she knew what she was doing but that’s my baby. So finally I would like to say there’s no place like home.