Mateo on the Beach in Brasil So I've been a world away from home for 4 months and 10 days, and I have come to a point that I dont really know where home is. I know I'm from a little city called Boerne and I have a great family that loves me there and I have some super friends who love me too, but I'm not sure if that's home. On this trip I was just on with a bunch of other exchange students, we had to specify between home in brasil and home in our respective countries. it was "home", or "home home" . Back at "home" i have a dog named Joi, at "home home" i have one named Toby. This was weird to me. Home Home Is Where the Heart Is. And to take it a step further, as we traveled together, all 75 of us from all over the world, I felt more at home with them than i had for the past 3 months at "home" in Brasil. I felt so at home in the big yellow bus, even if someone made a stinky in the toilet. During this Christmas season, I know I miss home, but I'm just really confused where it is. Is it in my backyard in Boerne? In my hammock here in Brasil? Is it in my mothers arms? In a PBandJ sandwich next to a cup of hot chocolate? Is it in front of the tv with my best friends breaking down an american football game? Is it with all my exchange student friends on the beach or in the hotel past curfew? Or is it in myself? All this time I have felt like I am missing someTHING, a thing, a place, home. But I have concluded that it is not a single a place but a feeling. It is a comfort. A warmth. Home is in memories, in people, in photos, in phone conversations, in myself. Home Home Is Where the Heart Is. Feliz Natal e Feliz 2007! Mateo Clarke United States (5640) --- Brasil (4560)