Unique Housing

I move too much, I move from house to house trying to make each one a home. It always is chaotic and hard when I have to leave a house I haven't even adapted to yet. I’m only 11 and have moved from England to Saskatoon to st.albert now I’m moving back to saskatoon. My 2 little sisters are strapped in next to me as they sob their eyes out. I ask my mom the question I ask every time “Why do we have to move again?” my face looks droopy as I shed a tear, “Your dad gets paid more here and it’s better schooling. Plus you know the drill Mark.” She says it in a sad voice that I think she didn’t want me to hear. As we leave I realize that this house was a home, and this new house I’m going to will not be home because it does not have memories or the scent of spilled ketchup on the kitchen floor like this home did. When we leave, my sisters and I shout “Bye house!” I say it sadder than the other times. I was here for a full year and made trustworthy friends and neighbours. After what felt like a lifetime of driving we are at our new house. When I get to my room I plop down on the floor and cry “I’m not at home I am in a house.” I say to my stuffy. Mom walks in and says that she agrees this is a house and not a home so we go tell the family that we need to go to our real home. I call my friend Nathen and say “We are leaving this house and going home!”. When we get there I realize I’m Home.