Shared Homes

I have always shared homes with others, never just my family and I, we live in duplexes with other families renting. The first home we lived In, was my mimi’s since my parents had me as teenagers, they brought me home there, after we moved to an apartment building, we have lived in a lot of different houses, always making them our homes and meeting our new neighbors, I remember four of the houses we lived in and The neighbors at them. They always made me feel comfortable and safe there. The first neighbor’s I remember was a family and their daughter I cannot remember her name but she would play with me in our shared backyard, and gave me her old clothes once she grew out of them. Then we met our new neighbors who turned out to be my cousins, getting to play together and hang out was my favourite! We have a tradition we do every time we move, we order pizza the first night since we don’t have groceries yet, and aren’t fully settled in, there is a sentence that my mum says every time that hurts after I hear it “ This house is the one, we are not moving again. It’s perfect.” I have heard that at every house, we still haven’t found “the house”. Because they’re all our homes. They're all perfect for us. We have had a lot of neighbors, all of them great, trying to make their home special as well, filling it with photos of memories, and making it perfect for their family, while we did the same. No matter who we lived with, it was always still our home, even when the place is shared it still felt like ours, shared homes make it perfect for our