HELLO HOME!

LAH. The Hills. The Middle of No Where. These are only some of the names that my home is called. Los Altos Hills. This is the town I grew up in. I moved here when I was just a kindergartner. Wow, five years old. Well now, ALMOST eleven years later, here I am. Even though I may have changed, my "hometown" is just the same. Nothing is different. Sure, there is a new house being built down the street, and the people across the street have remodeled, but this is still the same place where I had my fondest childhood memories. My first day of school, my first puppy, my first bike, etc. I remember not having a backyard for the first three years, and when it was finally finished a lady came with flowers and welcomed us to the neighborhood. There is the small community feeling. One thing I love about home is that it is natural. I mean this in two ways. First off, Los Altos Hills is a different type of suburb. There are no sidewalks or street lamps. We have pathways. These pathways have been a huge controversy within the community. Every year, the townhall suggests to destroy these pathways, but as always, the citizens vote for them. These nature paths are for nature hikers. They are all over town; they go behind houses, through the pasture, everywhere. When it is night, it is by moonlight. Los Altos Hills is a very natural town. There literally is green everywhere. There is a pasture that is about a fifteen minute walk. Right next to a pasture, there are some stables and a barn. The horses there are gorgeous. Even though, I am not into horses anymore ( yes, I was a horseback rider for a year or so), I still love taking walks there with my parents and friends. Anyways, what the second way that home is natural is that you can always be yourself at home. You don't need the make up, the clothes, or even the perfect hair. When people are at home, they are truly themselves because there is no one there to judge them. Honestly, there is no place like home no matter where it is!

byebye!