What home means to me
What home means to me
Do you ever get that anxious feeling when your key is slowly turning in the shiny key hole on your door? Well I have and then you press down on the door handle, open up the door and let out a big “AHHHH”. I have everyday it feels so good when you get home especially on a Friday when you have no school for two days. It is the best feeling in the world.
Home to me is a safe place, a place where I can take my backpack off my throbbing shoulders, sit and relax. Home is a place where you won’t be judged by your height, your size or your intelligence. It is a place where you can be your true self and where you make memories, have good times and bad times with your family. My family consists of four people they are Alex my dad, Pam my mom and Julia my sister they are my family and we stick together through thick and thin nothing can tear us apart. I love my family and if you were lucky enough to meet them you would too.
I also love going to my grammys house in Miramichi. My family and I spend Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving and random times throughout the year there. When we are there the whole family meets up. People like aunts, uncles and cousins. We all have so much fun together laughing and yelling at each other it may sound bad but that’s my family and i’m not going to tell lies we are all crazy!
Over the last couple of months my family has gone through a lot. This year on June 3,2016 my grandfather died. At first we all cried it was very hard to deal with it. My grandfather was a big part of my life, he was my last real grandfather. But I know I could never forget him. The word family reminds me of home because home is where my family lives so family to me is another word for home. So if we can get through that it just proves that family is as strong as it gets.
My personal favourite part of being home is being with family and doing special and regular things with them. It’s just little things like that, that makes home such a special place in my heart. Home is my happy place, a place where I sleep, a place where there is a warm blanket and a nice big black roof to cover me and my family. A place where I can escape from either the wet cold outside or the beating sun. I love my home and anyone who has a home should be very grateful that they do.
My home is a place where I can sit down and watch tv or do my homework. Home is a quiet environment. I love home and my bed and most of all the people who live in it. So in the words of Dorothy there really is “ no place like home”.