Home is cousins

Home to me is with my cousins. I feel lucky to have a close relationship with my cousins. Two live a few blocks down or and go to my school, while others are in provinces close by. They’re like another set of siblings. I can see them and rely on them, feel a sense of belonging with them. So in the Summer or during Thanksgiving when we’re there to come together and enjoy each other's company, I feel at home! I have a cottage in PEI, and it's probably the place I’ve felt the most at home for my whole life. And it feels like a second one for all of us. It's a few hours away from where we live, and it's where we gather for most holidays. When we spend hours out on the beach until the sun sets, or watching old movies on DVD and VHS well through the night. Maybe when we go on walks and complain about the mosquitoes or sit down just to rest after a really long day. In moments like that we bond, we open up and can be ourselves, in times like these I can be myself, and I feel truly at home! Home is a concept that's just so intangible that everybody's essays and poems will have so many different ideas and feelings with differences big and small. Home can be a place or an object, but to me it's different. Its people, its a bond, its this sense of family and of close friends, and that feeling makes me happy, it makes me feel safe and loved and appreciated. And I believe if something can make you feel all of those things, then it's home.