Home

My home has people like family, friends and strangers. The reason I consider my family home is because they are always there. You don't get to choose your family and your family didn’t choose you but we all learned to love each other. Friends are a part of my home because they help me grow. They aren’t always the best, some might ditch you, some might stay with you forever. They also might help you find your passion, they aren't always the same people but you always have somebody in your life to just talk to. People are always going to be a part of your life. Strangers can be nice or mean but they are always going to be there. They are a part of my daily life, like when I ask to pet a stranger's dog, I feel happy and I forget bad things in that moment. A home is something everybody has and isn't always a house it isn't always people, home can be an object or it can be a place. For me home is riding my skateboard by the lake, sometimes I bring my dad too. An object that I like is my TV because I like to watch shows on it with my brother. Home can be your past, present and future because you always have it. You can lose sight of it sometimes but it's always waiting for you to come back. Home is a community, a city or town, a province, a country and the whole world is my home, it is where you cheer and protest. Home isn't always a place you want to be; it can be filled with hate, lies, anger and yelling, but that is what makes it home. Home isn’t specific feelings, it's where you feel everything.