My old college dorm room had no computer, no cell phone and no television. The heater never kept the room 1enough in the winter either. I can2remember sitting and shaking in one of those hard chairs, 3to read and understand Shakespeare with my half frozen feet4under my bed blankets.
Still, that tiny5was my home for several years. It was the place where my roommate, my friends and I would6to talk about the professors we liked, the classes we hated and what we hoped to do in our7. It was there that we discussed the8in understanding literature.
Shakespeare even seemed9. It was there that we listened to music,10our families and helped each other laugh the11away.
Living in that little room for all those years12me a few things too. It showed me that no matter where you are, you can still13your home in your heart. Even during the hardest times there, the love of my family lived14me. That love inspired me to do my best in school, to help my friends and to find15in each day. With16I found that the smallest hut became a home full of17, while without love the costliest castle would feel cold, empty and alone.
May you always carry your home18in your heart then. May you always fill each place you live with love, 19and joy. The price of your place doesn't matter, but the love you20in it is priceless. That love will go on with you from room to room and house to house forever.
