My Tiny World

Home isn't just a place, it's also a feeling. Back when I was in my home country, home was a feeling I got by just petting my cat, or hugging my grandma, but after I moved to Canada, home is a feeling that I rarely feel. My home country was Turkey. Back then when I lived there, our family was really crowded. Our family like spending time together. Some summers we like to go to the beach house. Every year we gather up in one of our homes and celebrate ramadan feast. My grandma's house it's very comforting. On cold days she cooks me hot and tasty lentil soup. At my other grandma's house we sit together on the sofa drink tea, watching Turkish drama and that makes me feel at home. Three years ago these days, after a long flight to one of the most beautiful countries in the world. I was here, everything was different from what I had back home. I had new emotions, new visions and new tastes. Home is a feeling you get when you are sitting on a comfy couch, rapped in a fluffy blanket, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate and your cat walks up to you and jumps on your lap, it's purring. You are looking out the window when it starts snowing, watching the snow slowly paints the roof tops white, slowly falling asleep that's when I feel at home. Sometimes when I think of my old memories I get sad, like the times when I lived in my old house back in Turkey. That's when I realised that I can never get that same feeling of home, but now I have new memories that also feel like HOME.