What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t always the place you live, it can be anywhere you want it to be. Home to me is my favorite sport, the family I love and the food I eat. Home to me is watching a movie with my family because almost every Saturday night we cuddle up on the couch. My dad on the other hand is usually in the chair on the computer during the movie. We try to watch a new movie every weekend. All that matters is that he is in the room. Home also means my all time favorite sport, dance, because I get to hang out with friends all around St. John’s. I always have a laugh when one of my friends comes into the studio with a lot of food. Even though my feet move fast, I still love it a lot. One of my favorite things in dance is my duo with one of my best friends. One of my favorite memories is my first dance recital when I was only two years old. Home also means family traditions. On Christmas Eve, my sister and I are wearing matching PJ’s while reading the night before Christmas. Home is my family everywhere, even if they don’t live in Newfoundland. Some of my family live in Nova Scotia. Every New Year's Day, my family comes to my house and we have my dad’s chili and my mom makes taco macaroni. My cousins and I go in my room and either do rainbow looms or play with my squishies. Home to me is my mom’s spaghetti on the table. I love when I am at dance and I walk in through the door and I can smell the spaghetti. All four of us sit at the dinner table eating our spaghetti. I love spaghetti. Now you know that home is not just the place you live in. Good luck to all the kids that put in an entry for Habitat for Humanity.