Where is Home?

As I wonder in my deepest thoughts, I think to myself, where is home? Finding out is like the part marked x in a treasure map, it's too hard I feel trapped. But I can't seem to find the answer, this can be hard to discover, it's like conquering fears. Why should I know this? I've only lived 11 years. As I take a minute to think and to stop with all my worries, I find the answer to “where is my home”? Home is when you're not alone. Home is a place or person that you can be the best version of yourself, with people that won't care if you have wealth. Home is when you see a table filled with your favourite food, with the “not too dry and not too moist pot of rice”. Home is the taste of warm Filipino food with extra spice. Home isn't just windows and a door, home could be the memories you create in your nearby, simple but meaningful store. Home is where time flies by super fast, but that's when you know that the moments last. Home is when you feel that you belong, with friends and family that you can always count on. Home is the new and old traditions you build over time, Home is when you feel like talking about what's on your mind without feeling like it's a crime. Home is the taste of my mom's famous spaghetti when you feel celebrated and loved like there is confetti. Home is the smell of saltwater, while sunbathing in the sand while listening to the seagulls and birds across the land. Home is when your life doesn't feel pitch dark like the sun glistening after the rainbow arc. Home isn't just a house, it's what you make of it. It can be the people in it, the emotions it makes you feel, or the place itself. Thank you Habitat For Humanity for giving students a chance to help our community. I get that life is an adventure, but at the end of the day, we all start and end with home.