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Treasure of Waukesha
What makes Waukesha County special to me? Is it because it’s close to my heart and that is what I call home, more specially in Sussex inside the tree filled subdivision of Thousand Oaks where lives the little brown house of what I call home. Yes, there are places in the county where I had compelling memories that happened and remembered with every small detail.
However, when I look at a map and look at Wisconsin and glance at Waukesha County all I see and think of is home. Where my loved ones are and live and wait for me until I return home, while I’m gone. The relief I get when I return home from my friends house or from a different region it’s honestly indescribable. My breathing comes effortless and smoothly, doesn't feel like the world’s weight is not pushing on my chest any longer when I return home. I’m not gasping for air, just inhaling, painless air.
The relief and happiness that comes over me, is truly amazing. But, the best part is when I take my first step back into my house, the smell of laundry detergent and dogs hit my nose once again, then finally I get a glimpse of what I been waiting to see, my family. That is when when my heart skips a beat. Sometimes the tears come easy or they don’t, yet my blue-gray eyes give a hint of comfort. Relieving that I’m at peace knowing that I’m safe, warm, and loved, I whisper to myself ,”I’m home.”
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