What Home Means to Me

There is a big difference between a house and a home. I feel like a house is when I’m at someone else’s home, a place where I have to use my nicest manners, a place where I have keep a smile on my face, a place where there’s no siblings to fight with, and a place that doesn’t feel like home to me A way I know I’m home is the little things me and my sister fight about. We could fight over anything, something we fight about is our needohs. Its kind of weird that we do that but even that will make a memory we can laugh about in our home That’s another thing, the small things can just tell me I’m home, when someone walks into my room and sees my jerseys from soccer they might just think ‘oh that’s a cute idea for decoration!!’ but it’s not just decoration, its memories. Memories from when I first started soccer and loved it so much, I loved my team! Speaking of teams, another way im home is when I see the pictures on the wall with my ringette team. My team makes me really happy because I know that I have so many friends on my team that are always there when I need it Home is a place that makes me feel comfortable, a place where I can be myself, feel all the emotions I need to feel, I’m allowed to cry in my home without having people stare and ask if I’m okay. I’m allowed to feel happy and have energy in my home without people telling me to calm down. My home is where I don’t have to put on act I can be myself in front of whoever. Home is very different from a house. Because home is a place made for you and your family no matter how different it is from others its still your home.