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What says "Home" to you?


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Hah! Me too!! Well, originally I was at Chadsey.

And for what I call home, I guess anything between Livernois and Addison, around Mcgraw St.

More specifically between Lonyo and Addison, that's where I grew up for the majority of my life, unfortunately.

Also, I suppose I would consider Chadsey home, although I never really felt safe there, it's a very familiar place.

Hah... I finished high school at Chadsey, after being booted out of Catholic school. Weird culture shock for a NW Detroit boujee girl. But it was kind'a nice to be able to get straight As with a bare minimum of effort.

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Hah... I finished high school at Chadsey, after being booted out of Catholic school. Weird culture shock for a NW Detroit boujee girl. But it was kind'a nice to be able to get straight As with a bare minimum of effort.

Oh yes, you didn't have to do shit to get good grades in Chadsey but be there twice a week maybe.

And they taught you nothing. Well, other than the things you already learned in elementary, but they spent over half the damn hour yelling at the kids to stfu and sit down, while they threw things and cussed the teachers out.

Most of the time I just skipped, actually, I always skipped. I couldn't stand to be in that school. Ugh.

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I guess when I go home, to Ohio. Looking at all the hillsides, and ...sadly? Farm animals and Amish people.

I miss it, but it's not the same anymmore.

Maybe I don't know where 'home' is.

Michigan needs Waffle House, and Sheetz. Yes.

Riiiight down the street from me. I'd feel better, then.

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I’m from a small town in Ohio. The town came to be because of the major railroad line that runs through the middle of it. The neighborhood I grew up in was just a few blocks from the train depot, and my grandfather was a railroad worker. The constant hum and whistles from the trains can be heard day and night. It is as familiar as the sound of the wind blowing. Whenever I go back to visit family and I hear that low humming sound of the train engines, I know I am home. And no mater where I am, whenever I hear a train it reminds me of home.

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The sound and smell of properly grilled brats, the golden glow of Miller High Life coming from everyones fridge, and the best cheese in the world...that is the good part of Wisconsin...roads caked with salt, filled with potholes, and lined with orange barrels for mile after mile is the bad side but all those things tell me I am home.

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That's where I live now! For a while, maybe a year or so, I went to Duly's every single day for lunch.

Hah! Me too!! Well, originally I was at Chadsey.

And for what I call home, I guess anything between Livernois and Addison, around Mcgraw St.

More specifically between Lonyo and Addison, that's where I grew up for the majority of my life, unfortunately.

Also, I suppose I would consider Chadsey home, although I never really felt safe there, it's a very familiar place.

Wow, you're in the old 'hood?

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Michigan needs Waffle House, and Sheetz. Yes.

Riiiight down the street from me. I'd feel better, then.

\Too true. We could use Wawa as well.

I am glad however to have Denny's, the last remaining Bennigan's, a buttload of Coney Islands, and Del Taco.

Home for me is also Bubble Island and Pinball Pete's in Ann Arbor and WHFR in Dearborn.

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Driving through Downtown Lake Orion and seeing how it's changed, but also how some of it remains. Sagebrush Cantina, Primtetime game cards store... still there.

Good food and having a few laughs... just in general being in the place I grew up makes me feel good.

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The town I grew up in hadn't really felt like home to me in years, and now that my mom's passed away, her house doesn't feel like home to me, so I have no desire to go back to the backwards little hick town I grew up in. When people ask me where I am from now I say Lansing, which is about a 25 mile lie.

Now, home is where Charlie and my kitties are. Space and location are pretty much irrelevant to me, home is being with the people I love.

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My room hiding away from HER. And at my moms house when the all my sisters and nieces and nephews and whatnot are there and we're all sittign around talking, dying laughing talking crap about each other. And the refridgerator. :yes

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