MY Home

"One who goes back to his home does not consider the night too dark, he knows his way"
-Uganda

My home is my place of complete comfort. I have lived here 13 years now I believe and I know every nook and cranny in the place. I have space that I can call my own and a bed that I am privileged to sleep in every single night. In my home, my mom, dad, sister, and two brothers live with me. Being with your family in your home brings a feeling of comfort also. You know them so well, they know you so well, they know your likes and dislikes. In a home you are surrounded by familiarity. You have freedom to go any place you want in the house and everything in it is available for your use. There is no place that will be like a home. No hotel, condo, friend's house could even compare to how you feel when you are in the comfort of your own home. Even when moving to a new house, you adapt to it and come to find it as your new "home." It is YOURS. The ownership of a home can bring peace when you step into it. I am always looking forward to stepping in my house and just having that feeling of "home."

My home is special to me. The door frame in my room has marks of how tall we've been since we were little. Our dining room holds so many memories of the countless number of meals we have eaten. Scratches on the floor reminds us of our dog, Pepper, as she always slips around on the hard floors. The backyard reminds me of all the games I've played, all the picnics we used to have, the time I accepted Christ under the big tree, all the imaginary people that my brother and I would make up, and all the grapes that I've eaten off the grape barber.

So many memories in just one space of the world with only so many square feet that seems microscopic in the grand scheme of things. Although, the memories in my home will always stick with me for all of my life.

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