My Home

I leaned my head against the car window watching the leaves blowing around, just trying to distract myself from a slight feeling of emptiness inside of me. This feeling seemed all too familiar to me. My family and I had all of our possessions packed into boxes yet again. We were moving to a new state. At this point, up rooting our lives and starting over almost seemed more like a hobby than anything more significant. However, I have just now come to realize that what seemed like constant inconveniences in the past, have actually taught me how to be the best me with influences all around the country. Living in three different states and five homes may have been a challenge, but it provided me with memories that I wouldn’t trade for anything because those moments created the person I am today.

As per Merriam-Webster dictionary, homesickness is when you long for your home and family while being absent from them.

In my home my mum is both mum and dad. She takes care of as much as she can. She dose some things such as: cooking, cleaning, and others. She can’t do much much anymore so I do most the work around the house.

My dad would tell me to keep watch of the apartment and take care of my brother while he goes to work. In order to lessen my dad’s burden, I felt the need to learn how to cook, so I can prepare his dinner since he was working an 8 hour shift. I would prepare meals for him and clean the house. My mom was left back in the Philippines, so I filled in the missing role of a mother. Up till now, I still feel the need to take care of everyone, even after my mom arrived here in the United States. I drive my mom to work, and pick her up while dropping dinner for my dad at his job and paying for the bills. I do not feel the need to go shopping for myself because I use my money that I get from my job to pay for the

As I went back for Christmas break I can remember the feeling I got when I walked into my room and even more when I lay on my bed. For once in my life I have known what is what was like to be out there on my own, in my own dorm room, doing my own things, in charge of my own life. As a child I never appreciated the value of having my own room to myself because I didn’t know what it was like to not have one. Everything was so simple back then; everything was pretty much handed to me. However as I progressed through this first year I realize that the real life is not like that at all. I need to be able to adapt to change; to be able to make my home wherever I am at. As Ann tells us at some point in life our homes stop being homes and like for me now it was just a place that I come back during breaks. Ann is in a more dramatic situation then mine but it still is the same. She had a home at one time but now she has learned to take her home with her and adapt to the change of everyday life.

Growing up I’ve never really had a huge impact in my life. My family was always getting along, the bills were always getting paid, and I was getting the right education. Going through life I never really expected any significant changes because every day for me would just be the same. On weekdays I’d go to school and come home do homework then just play video games or watch television. On Sundays, I’d always go to my great grandfather’s house in Lindsay. My dad’s side of the family is really loving and close. We make sure everyone’s feeling well and isn’t having any hardship. If someone would get sick we would visit them almost every day. For example, my father was very ill with pneumonia and stayed at the hospital for almost a week. Some of

I live in my house with my mother, my father, and my little brother. I live with both my parents who work as a Ps and RM at banks. My house hold is pretty even in decision making powers, both parents normally get a say. Most tasks are spread out pretty evenly as well, my dad normally takes over cooking tasks and my mom will do the bills. My brother is too young to have chores, but I am responsible for the dishes and laundry. Comparative to ancient Roman families’ dynamics my family is different because both my father and mother share ownership and housework

Even though they lived in a different city we were still aloud to stay at our grandparents house. Looking back I wasn't too sad about leaving and I quickly made new friends and settled in, So I

As everyone grows up and learn new things. They also travel and get to see new places. There are different places that people admire, whether it is close or far. My favorite place that i've been to is the big island of hawaii. Although I don't go to hawaii that often ,it is still a special place to me .

I grew up in a home where my mother made my sister and I move so many times I believe it was over 15 times since I was 3. I hated it so much having to switch homes every 6 months and trying to make new friends in the neighborhood was hard because every time I got close to someone and began having a good friendship I had to move . It

Moving is hard for anyone, especially if you’ve lived most of your life in one certain place. I dreaded the words coming out of my mother’s mouth. I didn't know what lie ahead. On the other hand, it turns out we're moving to buy a house, this is the first time we ever bought a house we usually just rent them. I was familiar with the house my Uncle Jimmy used to live there. I was just reluctant to leave all that I knew behind and start all over. I know that I was only eleven years old at the time of this “big” move, but it felt like it was happening all so fast. No one likes being the new girl at school.

With my youngest sister, we settled in a house in another borough, Staten Island. This change was challenging for me. Growing up only knowing the Russian language, the people, and the culture, it was very tough to leave everything behind in my old city of Brooklyn with this move. When the move was complete, over time I fell out of touch with my old friends, my old school, and everything that was familiar to me

What does home mean to you? Is it a place? Is it a feeling? To me, home is neither a place, nor a feeling, it is the people that surround you and care for you. These people can be your family or the people that you trust and have grown close to. Since the day I was born, my family and I were always moving from state to state. This is because both of my parents served in the United States Navy. To give you an idea on how often I moved, before I had turned 12 years old, my family had moved seven times throughout the Eastern half of the United States, close to the average amount of times that a person moves in his lifetime which is recorded at 11.7 times (Chalabi). This being said, moving made me become a social person by learning skills for adapting

Every person is in need of a home. It is a place that feels natural and welcoming. It instills a sense of belonging. A home doesn’t have to be a specific dwelling, for it has many different definitions and meanings for each individual. What is universal is the feelings one receives when they are in their home. It is a place that protects them from the struggles and obstacles that life inevitably thrusts onto people. It is a safe haven. For me this particular feeling is bestowed upon me every time I step foot into my grandparent’s house. My grandparent’s house is my home and it will forever fill me with the unconditional love, happiness and security that my family has given my entire life. My heart is there.

Skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty, SoHo, Central Park and The World Trade Center are all the pictures that show up in the head of a tourist and are shown on Wikipedia when you search for New York City. But what about my New York City? Living in upper Manhattan has been my New York City for the past eighteen years. Uptown is very different from downtown Manhattan. I grew up with bodegas at every possible corner. Usually, one of the bodegas are owned by Muslim people, and across the street one will be owned by Latinos such as Mexicans and Dominicans. The so-called skyscrapers will most likely be all the five-to-six floor story buildings you see when you walk through the streets. The Central Park we have is the two parks that connect: