Finding Home

Home, for me, home isn’t just a building and walls. For me home is a safe space, home is a feeling, home is a person. When I arrived in Canada I felt sad and mad. I felt that it was never gonna be the same. I felt like if a left half of my identity in Mexico. I felt really mad towards my parents for making us move. I thought that I would never make friends or that I’ll be alone all the time. With time the feeling continued I was alone at lunch and recess having a hard time adjusting to the difference while still being mad for having to move. With time the feeling went away I started making friends and school stopped being eternal. Even though I made friends and everything got better I still felt like I lost half of myself and that home was still in Mexico. The small feeling was still there, I missed my grandparents, cousins and uncles. Every night I thought home was in Mexico and I felt kinda sad. WIth time the house I lived in started to turn more into home as we made memories and spent more time together as a family. Now I hope that everyone has a safe home to live in since it is important to everyone to have a safe space to live in. :)