Between Tennessee, Colorado, Missouri, and traveling outside of the country for a year, I believe the entire world is my home. Each year that passes, whether I have stayed in the same place or not, I define myself because of people and environment I engulfed myself in. I have not grown up in one specific place, or home, because I believe home is where the heart is.
Although, for my childhood, I spent most of it in Denver and La Veta, Colorado. Snowcapped mountains, clear blue skies, and deep red soil, Colorado was an amazing place to begin life. If I had not spent a chunk of my life there, never would I have known my love for skiing; the thrill of going down a snow covered mountain kept my heart pounding with excitement.
I picked out my first dog in Colorado, the first Christmas I can remember was in Colorado, winning Grand Champion in 4-H, my first horse, first school crush, meeting my stepdad, receiving a new little brother, saying good bye to old and saying hello to the new. Colorado has defined my early years and held my homes.
Although the world is my home, had I not spent the starting years in Colorado, I don't think I would be who I am today.
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