Where Is My Home?

When I lived in Kuwait I felt like that was my home because of my friends, grandma's food, family, school and playing in the mosque. I was born there and everything felt familiar for me and I felt that I belonged there. When I came to Canada everything felt different like the food quality was not that great when I first tasted it. The apartment we lived in was way smaller than the one in Kuwait. I had to take the public bus to school because my grandpa didn’t have a license to drive because he was on a temporary visa. I missed my friends and I did not feel like this is where I belong. Something inside me felt empty. Most of all I missed my grandma. I missed her food, her hugs and the way she made everything feel better. Without her, even the biggest house full of people would feel very lonely. When my grandma finally arrived in Canada everything changed. I finally felt like this was my home. I felt like myself again because I finally started to enjoy Canada. I started to feel like Canada was fun just like how Kuwait was. I finally got used to Canada's quality of food and now I enjoy my grandma's food again. I made new friends in Canada. We also go biking to the lake. I still communicate with my friends from Kuwait online. This is when I realized something really important: a home is not a big house or apartment, it's the love of the people in it. Now I don’t miss Kuwait as much as I did before. Even though Kuwait was where I felt like I belonged, I changed my mind, and now I feel like I belong in Canada.