Is the home I live in mine

I have a home that I rent. My family has to pay for it . I don't like my new home. In India I had my own home . I just thought home meant basic need, shelter , food , and bed. Until today I realized that home meant more than that. It meant something special , something filled with joy , love and family. I always thought I would always get a home in Canada. My journey was so special . I had to come from India to Canada , it was not easy in fact it was really hard. I had to leave my friends, family and my home. I really miss my old home, I lived in a tall apartment and I lived on the tallest floor. There were all the memories all the way to good memories to bad memories. I was really happy when I moved at first,but then my aunt moved away. Today I barely get to spend time with my family. My mom is at work, while my dad is also at work. My brother is probably gonna move out because he is going to university. After he moves out it is just going to be me, my mom and my dad. My family is getting smaller and smaller. Whenever I enter my home I see loneliness. I still trust that my home can change . Thanks Habitat for humanity for making this challenge and giving people homes