Monday, March 1, 2010

H is for Home

I stare up at my new home. The house is beautiful. It took nine months to build, but it was worth it. I've waited so long for this moment, and now it has finally come. My own room, my own bathroom, a beautiful view, a friendly community, all you could ever want for your home. I explore the house a bit until I get a feel for it. I'll be living here for a long time, and I'm glad. I like this big spacious, house. This is now my new home, and I'm definately happy with it.

H is for Home. I've had many homes in my life, most of them in America. But now, I have a home in Canada. I still have an American citizenship, but I don't have Canadian citizenship. We moved to Canada because of my dad's work. Now, he works for RIM, where they create the Blackberry phones. It's cool that he works there because then we get free Blackberries.

Let's start from the very beginning when I was born. I was born in Boca Raton, Florida. We lived there a few months until we moved to Pennsylvania. Then after about 3 years, we moved to Ohio. We lived there for 4 years, until my dad switched companies to work for RIM. The first couple of years we lived here, we lived in an apartment. It was basically a small room we lived in. The worst thing was that I had to share a room with my brother, and there was only one bed in the room. So every other week, one of us would sleep in the bed, and then one of us would sleep on a small mattress on the ground. Finally, we finished building our house and we moved in. It was great to have my own room again.

I've travelled to many places in my life including Japan, Italy, Hawaii, England, France, Venice, and many more. So really, the whole world is my home. It should be considered everyone's home. Wherever I am in the world is my home, so no one ever really leaves their home.

I sit in my room, thinking about all the places I've been in the world. I really like this new house, but I miss my old home, and all my homes before that. But then I realize that even if I'm thousands of miles away from my house, I'm still home. Wherever I am in the world, I'm still home. I was home all along.

LIFE LESSON: Your house is different than your home.


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