What is home ?
Home a simple four letter word that means more than what it is.
Home is the place where one can be themselves.
Home is the simple pleasure that one finds in the simplest things.
To me home is my imagination .
While i was growing up i didn't have much of an actual "Home",i found it difficult to adjust to mine. When someone mentions the word "Home", asks you about it or even mentions the word or the idea of it, people instantly think of your house where people grew up in and had the most wonderful memories, this didn't happened to me. In my eighteen years of life i have moved 10 times to different houses, no i am not a foster child and no my parents are not divorced or dead, the simple reason i moved was because my parents wanted to move out and find someplace "better", to me most where the same just in different sides of the city.
As the years passed i realized that as i started getting used to my new "Home",my parents would decide to move and the process would begin again: unpack, let the atmosphere sink in, then move.
By the 5th time we moved, i started to develop my reading skills more, I was in 4th grade when the teacher started assigning reading logs and i just loved it. I would get home finish whatever homework i had and then start reading i would block out the world and start to read and go into my world, blocking everything else out. I remember later on i could never leave the house without the book i was reading with out one i would feel naked.
To me my books are everything i am a bookworm and probably will always be one. I love to read anything that appeals to me or anything that i find interesting. I love the knowledge i get from reading, the emotions my books make me feel. They take me to another world were i can be anyone that i want to be. My books are my home.
Home is the simple pleasure that one finds in the simplest things.
To me home is my imagination .
While i was growing up i didn't have much of an actual "Home",i found it difficult to adjust to mine. When someone mentions the word "Home", asks you about it or even mentions the word or the idea of it, people instantly think of your house where people grew up in and had the most wonderful memories, this didn't happened to me. In my eighteen years of life i have moved 10 times to different houses, no i am not a foster child and no my parents are not divorced or dead, the simple reason i moved was because my parents wanted to move out and find someplace "better", to me most where the same just in different sides of the city.
As the years passed i realized that as i started getting used to my new "Home",my parents would decide to move and the process would begin again: unpack, let the atmosphere sink in, then move.
By the 5th time we moved, i started to develop my reading skills more, I was in 4th grade when the teacher started assigning reading logs and i just loved it. I would get home finish whatever homework i had and then start reading i would block out the world and start to read and go into my world, blocking everything else out. I remember later on i could never leave the house without the book i was reading with out one i would feel naked.
To me my books are everything i am a bookworm and probably will always be one. I love to read anything that appeals to me or anything that i find interesting. I love the knowledge i get from reading, the emotions my books make me feel. They take me to another world were i can be anyone that i want to be. My books are my home.
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