What Home Means To Me
Home. What do you think of when you hear that word? You may think of home as in your house. Where your family will be there for you. Where you play with your siblings or watch movies with your parents. Or you may think of it as where your children attack you with hugs and your significant other has a fresh meal prepared after a long day of work. That may be home to you.
But it’s not to me.
You probably know the saying “Home is where the heart is”. It means your home will always be the place for which you feel the deepest affection, no matter where you are. Well, I feel the greatest affection in my country.
Canada is my home.
Canada. Where I can be free and be who I am. Home has my culture and many others. Home is where the Muslims may celebrate Eid or the Chinese may celebrate Chinese new year. All of these cultures are what shapes my home. But home isn’t just my country, it’s also some places that are in it. My school is my home. I’m saying this because I classify my friends as my family because I trust them as much as I do my parents and siblings. In school, you may have accidentally called your teacher “mom” or “dad”. When you did, what had you felt? I’m sure you would first say you felt embarrassed, but I’m positive you said it because you genuinely felt at home. Many people live in Canada, for it’s where they feel free to express themselves. Because the citizens of Canada, the teachers, the students, everyone is their family.
For me, the entirety of Canada will forever be home and every single citizen…
Will forever be my family.