Your house, the place you grew up in. It once was an empty building, void of life, but now it is so much more. It’s the crib where you cooed and shook a pastel rattle, where the word “ma-ma” slid out of your mouth. It’s the room where your eager face, gently lit up by Christmas lights, saw your new teal bike. It’s the drive-way, where you scraped your knee running toward your dad to welcome him home from work.…
For me, home is where my family is, a place with memories and a place where I can be myself and not be afraid people will judge me. At some point in life the meaning of home is established. In “The Round Walls of Home” by Diane Ackerman, Ackerman states, “You know what home is.” Even though some people do not specifically think of what home means to them, the meaning of home is still evident. When I was younger I thought it would be fun to live in my tree house but I realized I would miss my family. At a young age I found out it took more than a physical structure to make a home, even though at the time I was not aware what home meant to…
My home was an amazing place to be when you were feeling low or alone . There you wouldn't feel alone because my 2 brothers and 3 sisters would make you feel at home .They would always make you laugh and forget about every little detail that made you stress. My sibblings were like a stress managment home . All the bad moments…
It is the one place where I know I can relax. It has that small cottage feel to it. There are not only huge oak trees and rose bushes surrounding it, but she also has a small garden waterfall, which complements it nicely. The moment I walked inside the house, a feeling of calmness came over me. The worries of going to work and paying bills that would not ever be paid off vanished from my mind. This place is my absolute haven away from the rat race of the inner city and when I tire of crowds of people around me. This is one place where southerners with true southern hospitality…
That is right, the home that we dreaded but now missed. Throughout the rest of my childhood, I would spend my school years in northern Wisconsin and my summers in the Southside of Chicago. As I got older, I learned how lucky I was to have been able to experience both worlds. My cousins in the city were jealous we got to ride horses, milk cows, and ski in the winter. My friends in the country thought I was so lucky that I got to visit the Sears Tower every summer and knew of all the cool, trendy songs before the roller rink played them.…
As a little girl growing up I never had a place to truly call home. Living the lifestyle as a…
I moved into my home when I was about 4. They house we used to live in was going to be too small once me and my sister, Mira, got older. I was very sad that we were leaving the house I had lived in my whole life. I had many fond memories for it, such as my dad building a playing structure for me and my sister. I remember thinking that I had a say in which house we were going to buy, and I thought that I had a part in making such an important decision, which I know now is preposterous, but I felt proud to be making choices. I remember missing my old house, with the play house that my dad made, and the stairs up to my bedroom, which seemed so tall. This new house had no stairs. I remember meeting our new neighbors, Manny, who really like vintage pinball machines…
When we arrived in England our rooms were already set up. Mine was nice; it was bigger than my room in Springboro. It didn’t feel like home though. None of it did. For the rest of the summer I tried to adjust to my new environment, but I still desperately missed my old life.…
Growing up as a little kid I really didn’t have any toys or friends to play with. My dad works in construction, I asked him one day if he could built me a little play house for me, he told me that he would think about it. Until the next day he brought in some wood, nails, paint… so on and so forth to build the house. Now, this house was like no Barbie house, this house was a life size house for a little kid. I remember helping my dad drawing and building it to make it looked all pretty. The house look like a real house, it had a door with a door knob, and a window. The house could even fit in my blue chair with letters on it so I can go inside, sit down and eat my snacks in there. I loved it so much I would usually take my naps in there.…
Home is a wonderful sanctuary you live in. It is the safe place where you can spend time with your loved ones worry free of the treacherous weather outside of the warmth of your home. Without home you are a man with no stability and no sense of security, some might say that you would be nothing. So home was, is, always will be…
Home is a word that has an emotional feel to it. Home can mean when we are talking about where we belong, a place be need, somewhere to feel safe, and someplace to be loved or to love. Some may say that home is wherever family is or where you loved ones are. Home can be seen as a physical location like the house you live in or general area you live in. Home can also be seen in the emotional aspect like somewhere you feel safe and belong or somewhere your loved ones are.…
The story ‘’The Home Place’’ by Guy Vanderhaeghe is about a relationship between a father and a son. Throughout the story, the readers see and understand the reason behind Gil and Ronald broken relationship. In this story, the author implies that when a father puts is love for is land before his son, their relation will suffer. Vanderheaghe explains his theme with the help of the characters traits, the setting and conflicts.…
Every person has a place where they feel more comfortable than anywhere else. Home has different meanings. People differ on what home is. Every person has his or her own explanation on what home is. Pliny the Elder, a roman author and natural philosopher, once quoted that “home is where the heart is.” However Anna Quindlen, an American author once quoted that “home is everything.” Although it appears that home is everything, actually some millionaires that was once homeless, but now rich and fulfilled because the millionaire’s home wasn’t everything but Perry and Gadner were determined, overcame adversity and were survivors.…
First, I agree with the point about home being “a place so profoundly familiar you don’t even have to notice it. It’s everywhere else that takes noticing.” As a college student away from my family and what I am familiar with, I am often confronted with feelings of homesickness. Next, I agree with the article when it talks about how people, with their heart and mind, can make things more, make them home. It is amazing how much of an impact certain people have in our lives. Lastly, the article brings up a valid point about those who rediscover home, never find another one, or never leave home, saying, “Some people, as they move through their lives, rediscover home again and again. Some people never find another after once leaving home. And, of course, some people never leave the one home they’ve always known.” This point is especially relevant to me because I have moved several times in my life, each time rediscovering home again. I realized very quickly that “home” wasn’t just about the house that I lived in or a place. Home is defined by the love and comfort that you feel in a place or from the people who surround you and the overwhelming sense of peace and comfort that encompasses…
It was a small three-bedroom brick house, with six of us living in it. I was just a baby then, but I do remember certain things about that house. We had a dog that lived on the front porch, and my sister had a cat. The girls and the boys each shared a room, and my mother had the third, which was rarely used, and again I was young so I don’t quite remember everything. My mother usually slept on the couch though, at least that’s what I do remember, and I’m not really sure what the third bedroom was for. I don’t have many memories of either of my parents in the house on Burdeno Street, but as I told you before, I was just a baby. I’m not sure how long we lived in that house, but as a young child I do remember the next-door neighbors.…