My home the journey of my life

For me, home is a journey of my life and memories. It is a place where I have some of the best and worst times of my life. My home is a place my family and I meet. A place that I look forward too. My home is a place where I feel free and safe, and memories of both happy and sad times I will never forget. From things as small as cooking my own instant noodles to as important as my brother’s first day of university, everything happens at my home. My home is a place that no matter what age I am I will always remember. You might not have just one home and neither do I. Yet still, all those places will always be special to me. I remember at my old house I used to grab a broomstick twice the size of me and pretend to be a witch. I also remember trying to communicate with a little kitten in the garage. One of my saddest memories of home is the last moment I spent there before coming to Canada. My home, to me, is a where I have and will spend the most memorable and important moments of my lifetime.