Anytime I was in Memphis with my dad and at the house, I was happy. That was, like, a given. It was what I lived for. And I still feel the same excitement and warmth.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My memory of my home was that it was very happy, and that there was more fun and life there than there was anywhere else.
Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.
I grew up in a happy household.
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up.
I'm never happier than when I'm with my family.
I'm happy - I moved into my new house, which is the first time I've owned a home on my own. It's a big step, and my brother lives with me - I'm so happy about that.
I saw the excitement, going to different places, being able to explore emotion in a healthy way.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
I love Memphis, I guess you could say, in the way that you love a brother even if he does sometimes puzzle and sadden and frustrate you. Say what you want about it, it's an authentic place. I was born and raised in Memphis, and no matter where I go, Memphis belongs to me, and I to it.
My folks still live in my childhood home, and so when I'm home with them, I usually feel the best.
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