No Place Like Home

A house is a foundation. Walls, tiles, floors. A roof and furniture. The difference between a house and a home is that someone can live in a house, have everything they could ever need and more, but be absolutely destroyed inside. A house is nothing but a shell of a home. A home is the comfort of hope, love, and memories. A place that will take all your tears and mold them into joy. A home is built with the happiness and love of a community. It's built for people with extraordinary abilities to sit around the table on a normal Tuesday night and turn that experience into memories that will construct the home's foundation. A home is a place that will find a way to piece you back together, no matter how broken you feel. A home is a place that feels like YOU. My home is the sound of a crackling fire in the living room and the tickling sensation of my dog licking my toes. It's the soft sanctuary of my bed when I sink in and flip open my favourite book. I feel comforted when I sit around the table with family after a long day, and when I bite into a fluffy pancake drenched in Canadian maple syrup and topped with way too much whipped cream. It tastes like home. In 2021 at least 235 000 people experienced homelessness in Canada alone. I feel no one should ever be in such a bad situation that they go from living to surviving in a matter of days. This is why I support Habitat for Humanity, I hope this essay can help give someone a true home. I’m going to junior high next year and I don’t really know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to be split up from any of my friends but it's inevitable. Change can be scary but I know that I will have my home to come back to when the day is done. When I’m in my home nothing in the world can hurt me. I gain a new type of invincibility only true superheroes have. The Power of courage, trust, and love. With those things, I may as well be Superwoman.