Home is with My Family

I love my home. Home for me is memories, freedom. We just moved to Canada in 2015 from Lebanon. I have a lot of memories of my new home. I've basically lived there for about 5 years. But it's not a very big house, it's okay though. I'm glad I have a roof over my head, and I'm very grateful for all the things my parents have done for me. My house is not just a house, it's my home. My favorite part of my home is in my room. Everyone in my home shares a room except me and I'm very thankful for that. My least favorite part of my home is that my home was built together with other houses so sometimes I can hear my neighbors walking up the stairs and coming down from the stairs. Soon, I'm going to move because I have a baby brother and we don't have that much space for him so until we move he's going to be sharing a room with my other brothers because they have a lot of extra space in their room even though they share that room. I LOVE my home. No matter where we move, home is with my family.