Home is Where I go

To me, homes and houses are two different things, a home has something special that no house has. A house may be filled with expensive paintings while my home has a picture I drew when I was in kindergarten which no rich individual could buy. You could buy an expensive mansion and call it a home, but it's not quite a home, yet. A house may have the most expensive furniture in the city but a home has love, roof to floor, which can’t be bought with any amount of dollars. When my parents moved to Canada to start their new chapter in life away from poverty, all they had was an apartment in Toronto, they moved between a couple apartments one day moving to one in Ottawa. Then I was born a couple years later, when I was 15 months old we moved into a house that I now call my home today. When we first moved in it was bare and had almost no furniture, But we made the best of it. Most of my toys were gifted and sometimes broken, passed down from family to family one day being given to me, yet I was happy and they made memories that I still remember till this very day. A house isn't unique but in every home there is something different, yet your house could always become a home just like mine. It doesn't matter if the home is a bungalow, duplex, or even an apartment like the one I lived in about a decade ago. A home is where you’ll have your highs and lows, cry and jump for joy, lie and speak the truth. Home is where I go.