Home

Hai my name is Habiya and today I will be speaking about my perspective on “home.” What I personally think of when I hear the word “home” is my moms cooking, nostalgia, and friends. So, lets get started. My moms cooking… OFF THE WALLS I tell you. The aroma of spices filling the air, the sound of her peeling garlic, or chopping onions. Its like her food comes to life in my bowl. The rice is my comfort food, my day 1, my default. Anytime I scoop her rice into my mouth I get flashbacks of me as a toddler where I would sit down, eat the rice, and turn on some good old TV. This shows my moms cooking is apart of my, apart of my home, what makes a home a home. My seconds reason is the comfort and safety. For example, private bathrooms that don’t have stalls where you can just read labels off a Febreze can, or laying down on your couch while watching a movie while eating popcorn getting it everywhere on the couch the rooms dark and you just.. doze off. Thus helps my reason on why nostalgia is a factor of what home means. And last but not least my last standing point is friends. For this reason it isn’t physical, its virtual. Every call, every text, every repost on TikTok. It’s like they’re right next to me, laughing with me. Every facetime makes me feel like I’m at their home and they’re at mine. My point stands that friends DO build a home. SO that’s what home means to me. My moms cooking, nostalgia and friends. This proves that home isn’t just a building, it’s a emotional attachment and memories, all connected to one place. Home doesn’t even have to be your own house. It can be a park you always go to, your friends house, Every memory counts. Good ones bad ones. They still count. And that’s what home means to ME.