My Story of Home

When I was born I lived in a apartment and that was home, about two years after I was born we moved to a house because my mom was having a baby and we needed a bigger space to live and my new house had turned into my new home. A few years after we moved my parents got divorced so my mom got a new house.when my parents got divorced I realized what home was to me, home is when me my parents and my two sisters are all together, which doesn’t happen very often anymore. So I started to spend almost all of my spare time with my friends and playing out side in my yard and when I was out in my yard I started to sense I belonged outside. When I changed schools and went on my first wonder wonder the wonder spot started to feel like a home and when we picked a spot in the forest that spot was like a place where I could be myself. Sometimes I feel like home is a building, but usually home is a feeling.