Personal Narrative: House That Built Me

High school: a major transition in many teen’s lives that poses some confusing, yet important, questions. Who am I? Where do I belong? What am I going to do with my life? I was caught up in all of these questions, and quite frankly, life didn’t seem so simple or easy anymore. Day after day I would struggle with keeping everything in balance and worried about all of the little things. My life seemed to slowly slip up until I couldn’t seem to handle everything. I needed answers, and I needed them quickly.
At that time the only thing that would keep me going is music. It wasn’t my family, nor my friends, teachers or even sports. I would get lost in the lyrics, and it put all of my troubles away for a while. One day I came across Miranda Lambert’s “House that Built Me.” The song really hit me hard when she sang “I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing, out here it's like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself.”
That time in my life related exactly to the lyrics in the song. It got me thinking. Why was everything so simple back then? Was it because I was oblivious to all of the terrible things that were happening or merely because there was no pressure to figure everything out in a short period of time? Who was I anymore? What did I want to do anymore?
I thought about the house that I grew up in. It really did build me and shaped who I am. I just had to remember what it taught me. The memories swiftly began to flow back. My house made me a tough as nails little girl who could pull herself through anything. My house made me intelligent. My house made me outgoing and humorous. My house taught me I can be anything that I want to be if I set my mind to it. My house brought back all of the memories of who I really was and what I was raised up to be. Suddenly, I knew the answers to all of the questions I had been struggling to