Double the Homes, Double the Love

There’s no place like home. Or should I say there’s no place like two homes. My parents have been divorced for almost 3 years now. For a while, my new houses felt nothing like home, but they eventually did. Home takes time. If you're in a new house and it doesn't feel like home right away, that's okay, because it will. It took me 4 months for my new house to feel like my home. Home is where I feel safe, loved, welcome and free, no matter what. My two homes are different but have a similar feeling. At my dad's house I’m vegan, which means I only eat plants. We practise being independent and cooking. When I'm at my mom’s house, meat and dairy are a big part of our diet. One of my favourite things to do with my mom is going into her bed every morning and having snuggle time. At home, family surrounds me and I make amazing memories with them every day. I’ve grown so much over the years, and home’s always been there to keep me happy and confident. When I'm on vacation, it feels different than when I’m at home. It's not near as familiar or comfortable as cuddling up in my bed or swinging on my favourite swing in my backyard. I always know when to leave that hotel, because home’s calling, and I must go. Home is where my bedroom is a place of my own. When I’m feeling frustrated, angry or upset, I can scream into a pillow and bang myself into the wall feet first on my swing chair. For me, having double the homes just means that I have double the love! There’s no place like home, even if you have two.