Ian

Grade 6

Fredericton
New Brunswick

Meaning of Home

The Meaning of Home

The van is parked in my driveway as my parents place the rest of our belongings into the back of the of the van. I was sitting on the cold hard floor taking last looks at my house. My mom opened the door and announced that it’s time to go. I trudged out the door and my mom and I hopped into the truck while my dad climbed into the van. As we take off, I take one last look at the neighbourhood.
We finally arrive but we can’t move in yet because the apartment isn’t available. So my dad parked the van and hopped into the truck. And drove off to my grandmother’s house back in Maine. When we arrived, we unpacked our suitcases and sat down on the couch. I was sad that I wouldn’t see my friends again but I was happy to be out of the crowded truck. But I was relaxed because it was over.
The three months was a lot of fun. We went biking, played tennis, flew a kite, raced RC cars, and had dinner with the family. At one point my mom and I were biking down a hill. I was behind her which wasn’t a problem, until it started to rain. Mud was flying everywhere from the tires on her bike. So by the time we got home I looked like a leopard.
On the last day, my parents and I were packing the truck. I was sad about leaving, but I was happy to have my own home to relax in. But I knew it was going to take a while to move in so I didn’t get too excited yet.
Anyway it was time to leave. My parents and I hopped into the truck and took off. When we were cleaning our new apartment it was pretty chaotic. It was like an abandoned dump. We were cleaning until 1:30 in the morning. My eyes felt like anvils, and I could barely finish a sentence without yawning. When we were finally finished moving in, it was nice to have a place to relax again.