Home Isn’t Just Bricks and Sticks

Home is where I feel most comfortable, where I feel my best, where I belong, and where my identity is. Home is the most important thing I own, it’s a place where me and my family live, a place where it can’t be replaced so easily, home holds memories, and the memories of my childhood. Home is a place I love, a place filled with laughter, my family’s love, my family, and most importantly, the memories me and my family made. Home holds the memories me and my family built together, where all my best memories have been formed, and where me and my family spent our best times. Home is where my family has spent most time with each other, where my brothers played soccer with me, where they played video games with me, where me and my parents have baked, cooked, and many more memories formed by me and my family. Home is lovely it’s where our best times are spent, but sometimes it can’t stay forever, sometimes we have to move for a better life in a new place/area, or we might want to go and live with another family member/relative, and the all our memories we created together as a family are gone or as so most people think. Although we lost the house we lived in, the memories we built will always follow us to wherever we go no matter where we are we could be at the complete opposite of the world but those long lasting memories we made will still come along with our family, and so will the attributes of a home, the love, the family, and most importantly of all the memories me and my family made. This is why I think home isn’t bricks and sticks.