Meaning of Home

I lived in Ukraine for nine years and after this, I moved to Canada. I have a new home with new life, but for me this is okay. I have some memories from there. Me and my dad, every day at 6pm, we took our bikes and went to the river to see how fishing was going. We would stay for one or two hours. I remember this memory because it’s home’s memory and one of the best parts of my life. I share this memory because then I didn’t know that in future I will remember this moment. I have some memories from the village too. I visited the village very rarely, but every visit was perfect. For me, home is not just a house where you live all your life. Home can be a country, a city, a village or a street. My home is all of this, my home is the smell of honey cake and the sound of the radio. This is what home means to me.