Home Isn't a Place

Dear Diary, Today we moved from San Diego to Vancouver and I’m missing my friends and my old home. We moved again because of Mom’s job. I feel disappointed and sad because I had to say goodbye to my friends and home. Mom is calling me for dinner. Be back soon! Hi Diary, I’m back! During dinner I was talking to Mom about how I felt about moving. I told her that I felt sad and that I wanted to stay in one area for longer. I was also feeling disappointed about moving because I didn’t want to forget the memories from our old home. I thought about what I had loved about our home and my friends. After dinner we went out for a walk to get some fresh air. While on the walk we took some pretty cool selfies since it was sunset. It felt good to make new memories. During the walk I felt content just being together with Mom and Dad. After the walk I was thinking about the fact that I didn’t feel as sad and wasn’t as worried about forgetting memories. I wouldn’t forget them and I could make new ones. I realized that home isn’t a place, but who you’re with. I told Mom and Dad what I thought and they nodded in agreement. Mom, Dad and I continued our walk happily and continued to chat the rest of the way home.