My Big Home

Home, home to me is like a den that I can hibernate in all winter. Home to me is where I can be nice and warm during these terrifying Winnipeg winters. My home is my safe place where I can be comfortable and warm. I am grateful to have a home, reason being unlike many people that don't have a home to go to. For me home and house aren't necessarily the same thing, because a house is a roof over your head, a home on the other hand, has a totally different definition, a home is something everyone could have, even if they don't have a house, people still share memories wherever they are. Winnipeg, Winnipeg is my home. Winnipeg is where my parents came when their home country was struggling. At home I speak “Spanglish,” a mixture of English and Spanish. Winnipeg is where you can see the beautiful Human Rights Museum in the distance. Here in Winnipeg they include different races and cultures. Winnipeg is home to many people including me. Canada, Canada is a cold but beautiful country. Canada is a free country. Canada is full of so many beautiful cities. Canada is full of exotic and beautiful landscapes. Canada is the second biggest country in the world, and it is home to millions of people and proud to be one of those Canadians.