The Home I Live in Now

What does a home feel like? Does it feel loving, safe, joyful? And if so, where is the home? Is it my home in Turkey or in Canada where I live now? My dad said that home can be anywhere that surrounds you like a cozy blanket of memories. Memories from when I was small to now when I am tall. In my house there is a great smell, an aroma in the kitchen that is not just the food. It’s the stories and jokes we tell, the games we play, and the memories we make throughout the day. Do you know those videos on a phone or pictures in story books? They are not just a thing to look at. It's a special memory, like vacations, birthdays, and holidays, and they all deserve a frame. This frame makes my bad days into a fairytale one; a day that turns amazing. Home is a place I go to when I have a bad day or when I don’t want things to get in my way. Home is the safe place I go to when things don’t go my way. Home is the sword that fights the day when I am rainy, or the shield that protects me on my tough days. Home isn’t just a building. It’s the place where I belong and where I know I will be the most confident of myself. Home is not just a place to live it is a memory that is carved inside my brain. Permanent like a tattoo, an unforgettable experience that will keep on going. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, for all your hard work and determination to help people who need it. Your work has helped this world so much better.