leləm̓ : A Place to Come Together

To me home is the same as house in one way so like my house on 3266 west 8th Avenue. (by the way I love my house a lot) In another way home to me would mean where I am comfy and used to. Like my church because I have friends there that are nice to me. So, I can make my self at home anywhere after a while. (like almost anywhere) Home is also friends and family. Like my mom she is home and Easton my best friend he is home because they are both friendly and kind to me. Home is family because they treat you mostly nice and comfort you and it’s the same way with friends. Home is also Korea where I come from. All the parts of Korea are home also including all my grandmas’ houses. In one more way home is also just the same home. (that sentence makes sense to me because if apple is apple, home is home) Home is also my safe place, so I feel safe there. I feel safe because it feels nice and warm and for some reason a monster came, I could hide there and it’s just good. I feel safe at my house because it has all the stuff I like and love. A few examples are my bed, my Lego, my room, my books, my trampoline and tons of other things (including my iPad and my money) And finally, home could be anything (for some people). Each place and thing in our community has its good qualities which makes it home. One example is the grocery stores the cashiers are nice and the are open to public and if we did not have them, we would need to go far to get things we need. A little bit from mom if you want to read more. For me, home is sharing. Sharing space, responsibility and each other’s day. The end. 