My house, not my home, just my house. There is a difference, but I wonder if anyone notices other than me. A home has special touches, the cozy feelings, family, memories, and most importantly it gives you and your family something to be proud of. It is something your parents have worked hard to have, it is hopefully a place you feel safe, loved and know better than anywhere. Home isn’t really based on what it looks like, it’s a feeling, or is it a mix of both? I believe it is a mix of feeling and appearance. Because I once had a home, a place I was proud of not only for its looks and feeling, but because my family was there. But now my home is just a house, and not even really that, it is a renovated garage. I used to live in a real house made of red brick with forest green shudders, and an attached garage with an acre of land, my own bedroom and plenty of space. It had a nice living room with a bay window where lots of light came in, this room was where Indiana’s 4 was watched nightly as a family and where my dad and I played video games while my mom made supper in the kitchen. The kitchen was a room that filled the house will amazing smells, my mom would cook as my dad would pace the room telling her about his day, idiots of the road, and what his newest plans to renovate his office were. His office was at the very back of our home, and was where my dad burnt the midnight oil writing every sermon on Saturday nights and calling perspective insurance costumers. I used to
“Home is where the heart is.” In The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros develops this famous statement to depict what a “home” really represents. What is a home? Is it a house with four walls and a roof, the neighborhood of kids while growing up, or a unique Cleaver household where everything is perfect and no problems arise? According to Cisneros, we all have our own home with which we identify; however, we cannot always go back to the environment we once considered our dwelling place. The home, which is characterized by who we are, and determined by how we view ourselves, is what makes every individual unique. A home is a personality, a depiction of who we are inside and
Home—the place that gives off a sense of warmth, comfort, and belonging. Home is where loved ones are and memories transpire, however Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines it as “one’s place of residence.” Is this what the meaning of home has become today? Does home really allow one’s true self to shine through? In the past these presumptions held true to most of the population, but today people consider vacation homes, condos, and apartments a home when in reality they are very transient. In the 1800’s homes were built by the men of the house for the family to live in forever. Some homes do still meet this historical criteria, but today the majority differ greatly.
What is home? This question often incites discussion on the difference between a house and a home. It should be noted that there is no right answer to this query. It is a very “to each their own” type of situation. However, there are two stories where home, as an idea, is the central concept. Sonia Nazario’s Enrique’s Journey chronicles a young boy’s, whose family and stability were ripped out from under him, journey as a now troubled man across countries to reclaim what was rightfully his. L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz narrates the trials and tribulations of a young girl who quite literally had her home ripped away from her. Baum goes on to set down one of the most, if not the most, famous journeys in human history as Dorothy
The poem explores how the home is fundamental to one’s identity and that a person’s notion of home is intact within one’s thoughts even if the scenery or destination changes. The use of the metaphorical language in the line ‘my home which can only stay inside my blood’ highlights that home never leaves one’s identity and is a spiritual entity or quality which is transportable and shelter’s safely in one’s mind. This insightful and intriguing perspective positions the audience to rethink their views on the concept of home and what it entails. This notion is further reinforced in the following example. The use of the evocative imagery in the line ‘ My home which does not fit with any geography’ clearly illuminates that home is inextricably linked to one’s identity as the two are inseparable.
That we’d get a house all to ourselves and we wouldn’t have to pay rent, or share with anyone. That our house would be big and nice and beautiful and have tons of space and look great. That we’d have a nice basement and I’d have the nicest room and we’d have a huge kitchen and bathroom, and a backyard I could play in, with grass as green as the leaves on the trees. That was the house my mom talked about constantly. But the house on Beach street is not exactly what I was picturing. When I got in, the house gave us a “welcome home”. The house is nice, however, the house isn’t that big and it is as old, and has a dark tone, like the midnight sky. The house is not what I expected, but it is still better than having no house, and the house is still great. I knew I had to have a house. A real house. One that I could point to. This is it. The house on beach
Home creates you identity because you learn from your surroundings even before you start to go to school. When you are young playing with friends and then fall and scrap your knee, you learn from that. It might take some time, but you eventually learn that that hill is too steep, or that toy is too much for you to handle.
The idea of “home” can be very different for different people. For some, home can mean where they were born or grew up. For others home may be the best place they have lived so far, or where they are currently living. The idea of where home is can also change from one place to another as people go through their lives. In the novels No-No Boy and The Namesake we see two different perspectives of how different immigrants from different cultures view the idea of home after making their journey to America. Depending on the character, there are many differences and similarities between the two experiences in the books. In this collection of novels, there is no set idea of what “home” really is, but that it depends on each person’s own beliefs and
Home isn’t always some walls with a roof, sometimes it is a person with the ability to simply look at you and fill the emptiest parts of you. This person is that deep breath of fresh air after seeing how long you can hold your breath. This person is my best friend, and this picture symbolizes the two of us. In this picture you see a teddy bear and a blanket, but I see contentment and comfort. I see an antiquated once bright, snow white and now creamy teddy bear. I feel the delicacy of my teddy’s fur caressing my fingers, and the satiny pink lining of Lindsey’s blanket. At a young age these two things followed us everywhere, and that includes each others houses. We hung out at my house the majority of the time in my room watching the Cheaper
An object that represents home to me is a quilt hand sewn by my grandmother as it is an objectified collective memory of home. This quilt may be a common domestic object that is seen in every household, but to me, it is a powerful connection of the home, which reminds me of my family’s comfort, care and affection. Henceforth, Home is an objectified as a metaphorical embodiment of memory and relationships with my family (Morley, 2000)
Throughout my whole life, I have only ever lived in one place, which is what I consider my home. In my opinion, a home is a place where one feels most comfortable and welcome. Prior to reading the article by Massey titled “A Global Sense of Place,” I thought of a person’s “home” as the place where they live, which can include a house, apartment, or even a shelter. However, reading this article has made me re-evaluate what a “home” is. It has encouraged me to expand my thoughts beyond thinking about a home as a specific place with concrete boundaries. This way of thinking causes individuals to look inwards and think of themselves as a unit isolated and fighting against society. Instead, I should think about the social relations that create
One knows that a place is their home when they are comfortable enough to present a true description of themselves, because they know that they will receive definitive acceptance. It is a sanctuary for them where they can do anything they please and not be judged afterwards. It is where one can share the absurdity of their day without any remorse or repercussions. The reason why people say that a person only has one true home is because one will
A physical house is where most people would identify their home. I, however, believe a home is so much more than the physical location. A place to call home is great, but without a feeling of security and kinship, it means absolutely nothing. A home has to shape you, and effect you in ways that no other place can. It takes a really special combination of values to make the perfect home, therefore, home is not comprised of one entity, but multiple. It comes together in the form of a physical place with familiar features, a structure inside which gives a sense of security, and its lasting impact on your life and personality.
My house has been a huge part of my life. My house was built with dark red bricks. It is big and I have a large backyard with a hammock. It has many characteristics that make it important, but these are a few. My house is meaningful to me considering I have had so many memories of my friends and family there. It also keeps me safe when there is a storm or bad weather. In conclusion, I love many items from my childhood, but my house is one of my favorites.
No matter where we live or what we live in, There is no place like home. The walls around your family and items are not the home, but the house, apartment, etc. Our home is what we create inside those walls. Many of us want to consider our home an ideal home. The ideal home should be a Christian home because its foundation is Christ.
Home means something different to every person, but we tend to spend more time there than anywhere else. Everyone’s home setting is different, but it is typically a haven to most; home is where we go after a day at work or school; it is where we are truly free to do what we want and be comfortable; home is home. Our daily lives exhibit repetitive patterns that in turn compose our routines, which occur every day and shape us into the people we are. My home life obviously has shaped me in many ways.