Small House Big Home

When you are little, you do not understand the meaning of home. You call it a house or a home. The older you get the more you understand. (Like Friday night game night or Sunday morning playing with sidewalk chalk.) When I was growing up, I thought we were always going to live in our house but then a big black and yellow sign was on our front lawn. I was only a Junior Kindergarten, so I did not understand much. Then one day, all our stuff was in boxes. I did not want to move I wanted to stay there; I knew everyone in our neighborhood. I was happy but before we moved into our new house we were moving to my Nana’s house. I was a bit happier. So that meant I have to go on a different bus, all my friends were going to be gone. A couple months later we were going to see our new house, I looked outside at all the snow and there was our new house. It was twice the size of our old one, it looked nice. Even though outside was finished inside was not complete. The floors were there, the walls and ceiling were there, it just didn't have any furniture. The next day we were moving in, we hugged our Nana goodbye, and drove to our new home! I got to pick my new room! We moved our new furniture into the house later, my parents explained that our old house was too small to live in, but our new home was bigger to cook food and more room for our dog Lily to run around. I am thankful for Habitat for Humanity to help people across Canada to have a home.