The Biggest Home To Me

My home is a trailer in a trailer park, and though it may be small to others, it is the biggest home in the world to me. I have lived in my trailer since 2021, and though I thought it was just a place to stay, a roof over my head, I was wrong. Home is not based on the size, price, or the look of the home, but the memories made within its walls and the love within the people living in the home. Within the small spaces and rooms of my home, I have made memories that no other home in the world can ever replace. I have stood beside my mom within the small kitchen, helping her in the making of my meals, laughing together at the small mistakes we made, and proudly standing knowing we got the meal right. Within the small spaces and rooms, I have spent my evenings playing games, talking about my day, and enjoying the company of my mom. Within the small spaces and rooms, the laughter and the joys I have experienced within my home make it special, the sound of laughter within the rooms and walls of my home. My home has been the place I've learned that the happiness within my home is not within the walls, but within the love and togetherness of the people within the home. Some of my closest friends have been within the walls of my home, including my friends, who also live in the community. My home, though not the most nice on the outside, inside the walls, I have experienced my childhood, the love of my parents and brother, and the moments that have made me the person I am today, not the home itself, but the feeling within the home.