The Life In Home

‘Not a single thing’ that has shaped me and my life choices over these past long ten years is not either school or my home. I know a lot about my home and it knows about me alot as well. Home is not only a place it is also a feeling. But sometimes I ponder what life would be like without my warm comfortable spacious home… ‘Home’ is a place where I think freely. But although sometimes I feel cold from the temperature outside, when I am inside home I am covered in warmth. Though warm at home I feel warmer when I hang out with my family. My home is not just a place where I can take shelter, it is where ideas are made and where love is spread. This home is made of bricks yes, but if you carve into my home you will find that it is not just bricks. It is made of me and my family's experiences including the past families that dwelled in this home. I know I am fortunate that I have a home as great as this. I know my home is nice. But I don’t know what living without a house is like. I found leaving your home is very dreadful because sometimes you are not just leaving your home, you are leaving your family and friends. I left a country before and I know that wherever I am and whatever I do home will always be with me. But I think some people don’t appreciate their home much. As most realize: You are not fond of something until you lose it. So every few weeks when I get out of my house I think how lucky I am to have a home. Because without home where would I sleep?