Home

I used to think that home was a place that you slept in, a roof over your head, a place that would keep you warm from the weather outside, but after I moved to Canada, I started to become home sick, and that's when I finally understood what home truly means. Home is a place where you make memories, where you have pictures on the walls, and where you have your most prized positions. Home is where I celebrate Norooz with my entire family and where my grandma cooked my favorite dessert, sholezarde. Home is where I accomplished many things, and laughed, but also where I cried and shared my sadness with the people I trust. Home is where I played and watched movies with my family. Home is more than a place, home is memories, people, and much more. Home is everything.