Home, what is home you might ask? For many people there are different definitions of what home means to them. For some, home could mean the house you live in, or home meaning a place to go to after being away for awhile. There are many different meanings of home for many different people. But for me, home means one thing.
At this time in my life, my family and I are getting to experience what it is like to move. We sold our house and now we are looking into having to buy a new one. There are many emotions that we did not realize we were going to feel having gotten into this. Throughout the whole situation, we have dealt with happiness, stress, sadness, and much more. But, through it all we have decided to stick together, and lean on one another.
When looking for a new home it can be exciting. You get to pick out your room and decorate it. You get to furnish it and put everything in its proper place. You also get to envision what it will be like when you have friends and family over. Sitting near the fire or having a nice dinner all together talking about the many joys that happened that day.
Once all that excitement is settled and you have to start packing up your old house, you realize that you have to leave some things behind. Like, memories and laughter that you have shared for so long in a home. For me I grew up in this house. I have never really experienced what it is like to leave things behind. After a while the happiness starts to fade away as you realize you have to move on.
But over the time of packing and spending these last few months in my home, I realized that the house is not what makes it my home. It’s the things beneath the brick and stone that leave marks and memories that will last a life time. It’s the time you spend together with your family and enjoy their company. So for me it is not the house that makes it my home, it is the people that I share life with everyday. It’s the memories, through the happy and the sad. Home for me is not a house, home is my family.