Home

Home, what does it mean? Home is different for many. Some might have a large mansion with 15 rooms, well some might live in a village they call home. Home means somewhere where we can spend time with our family on a special holiday or where we can share our true feelings and thoughts. Home is what you miss when you leave it. Home is where you run to during an attack, or just to stay safe in any case. Home is where you come to get shelter, to eat, and to drink. We breathe, sleep, drink and eat at home. Home is where we develop memories. Those memories can be scary, happy, funny, sad or even embarrassing. Moreover, us humans develop a very strong connection with where we live. That is why it is really hard for us to move to a new house sometimes. Home is just not an estate, home is a feeling. Where we feel our bonds is also home. These are places where I can go to feel safe, and belong. Maybe I move to Russia, and live there. I will have a house, but will that house be a home? Will I belong? Is that where I will run to for comfort or safety? It takes time to turn a house into a home, and sometimes we can’t force ourselves to develop or make that feeling. They are in trouble, or in need of comfort, and they don’t know where to go, that means they haven’t found home. My home is this house I have in Canada, of which I am a very super proud citizen. Moreover, I call my home in Punjab my home as well. I feel connections with these places. These places make me feel safe and it just feels as if I was meant to be there, nowhere else. Here is another thing. I think that home can also be made up of people. The people you trust and belong to also play a part in your home. In addition, I think it is our duty to keep our home safe. In conclusion, I think our bonds towards home are special. A house and a home are not the same things. Whenever anything comes crashing down, the only thing I can look up to is home. I can lose everything, but not home.