My True Meaning of Home

This is not going to be the typical essay you read on what a home means to its author. Everyone will probably write that their home means love, happiness, joy and safety. If I authored this essay in 2020, maybe I’d write the same thing. But as I sit here in 2026 and contemplate the question of what home means to me, it has a very different meaning depending on which home I’m at. In 2021, my parents separated in the middle of a move from Calgary to Toronto. My mom’s home is 100 years old and we just mooved in one year ago. It’s small and cute and it gives a cozy vibe. On the first night in my new house I knew it would be my new home and that is what makes it special. One other different thing about my homes is that at my moms home I take the bus to school and it gives me independence even though my brother always beats me there. I love the times when me, my brother and my mom are sitting in the living room and watching TV or when we have Chrismas dinner at the dining table and running down stairs to open presents on Chrismas or other family events over the year. But there’s something special about thos events like Chrismas dinner, it's not just like a evry day dinner, it's more of like a one a year tipe of dinner. And my favorite part of my mom’s home is My Bed and My Pillwos that feel like marshmallows whenever I sleep on them. My favorite part of the day is when I come back home from my activities and relax and read on My Bed and get ready to fall asleep on My Bed. We just moved into a townhouse with my dad. It is the same size as my mom’s home without the basement. But I'm going to tell you about my old home too. My old home is in the same condo as my townhouse. Life at the condo with my dad is very different from life at my mom’s home. At my dad’s home it is very small, modern and gives a small vibe or a comfort vibe. We’ve been living there since 2023, so 3 years. My annoying brother and I had to share a room so we got a bunk bed. I had to sleep at the bottom of the bunk, until I got too scared of the big heavy bunk bed falling on me. But now i get my own room but still my brother randomly comes into my bedroom at both houses. At my dad’s house we have lots of technology. We have ipads, a TV and computers. At my mom’s house we share 1 computer and a TV so not alot of technology comperacent to my dad’s. My true meaning of home is odd but I love it anyways.