A Home is Something I Can't Understand

I don't completely understand the concept of a home because I have moved five times and I've never really had an emotional connection to anything, I guess. I just really don't have any material things to connect to. I just love my parents because they're all I got. I don't really have trinkets or pictures that I can connect to, so I just spend time trying to find some. I have this mirror and it has pictures of my mom stuffed into the corner. What else do I have that feels like home? I listen to Clare de Lune a lot though. Home makes me feel safe and calm because I have locked doors there, and books, and music, and a video game system, and my dad or my mom or my brother. A have a hatchet specifically for cutting wood. My dad has a lot of wood cutting things, but he doesn’t have the license to cut down trees. I don’t really have figurines or pictures or collages that I can write about... I have pieces of furniture that we’ve had for a long time. Home isn’t about these things to me, home is where your heart is at, and currently my heart is at school, which sucks. But, when school is done today, I can go home and talk to my mom or my dad, or watch tv with them, or make a sandwich with them.