I ♥ you mom

"I'm urgin all daughters to kiss their mothers...you're never too old to kiss and hug her" -Drake

Another similarity between myself and the rapper Drake is our intense love for our mothers. Everyone loves their mom but for some reason I feel like our love for her is a bit stronger.  Both of us never had a strong fatherly presence growing up so maybe this explains why our mothers are so important to us.  Drake's mom and dad split when he was just five so the only time he saw his father was over the summer when he would visit him at his home in Memphis, TN.  My father was in the military so he was gone for long stretches at a time and then when he finally retired he began to work for the government in Kuwait. Other than Christmas and summer break I never saw him. My mom and dad eventually divorced 2 years ago and because my dad still works overseas I still never see him.

"and to my dad even though we were apart I couldn't leave you out, you're forever in my heart " -Drake

Like Drake I love my dad but because of his absence throughout my life,  I was never able to develop the type of connection with him that I have with my mom.

"She has been the most supportive person I have ever had in my life—the only person that loves me unconditionally, really. I know a lot of people love me and I love a lot of people. But to love somebody unconditionally is different."    -Drake

                                                                                                                                                 

"Thanks to my mother for never giving up, you deserve the world now go on and live it up" -Drake

FYI Drake just recently canceled the rest of his sold out European tour to be at home with his ill mother.He probably would have been able to further advance his career had he continued touring but Drake's mother is infinitely more important to him than his career.

"My house is not a home" -Drake

  Although I was born in Idar-Oberstein Germany I grew up in Columbia SC on a little street called Hazelwood Road.  I lived on 1832 Hazelwood Road from the age of 3 till 15 and no matter what this will always be the address I think about when I talk of home. It was a very old house built in the early 1960s with outdated everything.Our windows were so old we couldn't open them up and our roof should have been replaced 10 years before I was even born.  It was a simple 3 bedroom 2 bath house that oftentimes felt cramped for my family of 5.  However, around the age of 10 we hired a construction company to turn the garage into a 4th bedroom so that my sister and I would no longer have to share a room.  My description of my childhood home probably doesn't sound all that great but all know is that I loved that house and would give the world to return to it.  When I think of this simple brick house I am filled with fond memories of running around in the sprinklers during the summer and in the fall making my dad mad when we jumped in piles of his freshly raked leaves.Because our house was on a corner lot we had a HUGE background and though I played in it ever day I still feel there are parts of it I left unexplored.

     I didn't just love my house I also loved my neighborhood.  Beside us lived a man whose house was barely visible due to the fact that he left old cars sitting on his lawn and never seemed to cut the grass. My sister and I  would often slyly shovel our dog's poop into his yard and to our amazement he never seemed to notice.  Mrs. Caughman, an old lady and friend of the family lived across the street and form time to time she'd invite us over from time to time for, as cliche as it might sound, milk and cookies. For about 3 years a woman named Michele Davis lived in our neighborhood, she became a close friend of the family and would let us cut through her yard to get to school.

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     My sister, brother and I would ride our bikes so fast down a huge hill in our neighborhood that we would almost always crash and burn.  On the weekends we'd play on the playground at our elementary school and take pleasure in being able to be far more reckless on the equipment than we could under teacher supervision.

     I got so caught up in my neighborhood I almost forgot to mention my room in my childhood home.  Once I got my own room I turned it into my own little slice of heaven.I decorated it with all the things I loved, at the time mainly Pirates of the Caribbean and Orlando Bloom.

    

     Since 15 we've moved countless times but never once did any of these houses fill like home.  I'd always compare them them to my house on Hazelwood Road and be upset when I noticed differences. Its ironic because out of everywhere I lived this house was to the ugliest and oldest but still my favorite.  This is a case in point example that money cannot buy happiness.I'd have to assume that since his fame Drake had bought several homes but probably not feel like home to him like the house he grew up in in Toronto.