Home

Hello, my name is Brogan, and home isn’t just a building to me, and with this essay I’m going to show you why, I hope you enjoy it. Home, it’s less of a place on the ground as it is a place in your heart, a feeling if I may. Sure, a house is cool but it isn’t a home, home is your family, it’s your friends. Home has always been a place I can go and be accepted. Now being a first year middle schooler, it’s beginning to feel a little less like that, but deep down I know that my family will always accept me, no matter how different I am. In some ways, school is also my home. I probably won't be as accepted there, but that's okay, because that's where my friends are, and that’s good enough for me. One of my grandmothers lives in Annapolis valley, and her home is one of the many homes I share. My other grandmother lives within biking distance, and she makes the best cookies. Still, no matter the distance there are still my homes, and I don’t prefer one over the other. As I said before, home is a feeling, and to sum it up, the reason that school is my home, both of my grandmother's homes are as well as my own, is my family and friends. No matter how far away I am from my house, as long as I’m with my family or friends, or better yet with both my family and friends I will always be home no matter what happens. That is what I think of home, that it isn’t just a building, it’s a feeling, and it’s a really good one at that. I hope you enjoyed my essay of what home is to me, see ya later alligator.