What Home Means to Me

Some people say “House and home, what's the difference?” Well to that I would say home is a place where memories are made while a house is just a structure with walls. In a home there is love, belonging, and joy. Home is where there is family and warmth. Whereas in a house there are walls, furniture, and tables. There is no love or any emotions. When I was six my parents decided that we needed a bigger house and we were going to move. I was devastated. I didn't want to move. How could I? The house I was living in held all my memories. How could I just leave them all behind? That house had become my home and now I just had to give it up? We did end up moving. At first I didn’t like the change. I went from sharing a small room with my sister to having a big room all to myself. At first everything was so empty, how could this house ever feel like home to me? But after a couple of years in my new house I started to make memories and this house finally started to feel like my home. Somewhere where I could be myself somewhere where I could grow up and do more activities with my siblings. Now I love the house I live in. I love the smells, the belongings, and the people who live in my home with me. Now I could never imagine leaving my house that I live in now it feels like home.