Home is not defined by where I am or where I live, but by whom I am with and where my heart is. …show more content…
Even though home life is not always perfect it is the moments that cause you to get on your loved ones nerves that brings you closer to each other. Without the moments of anger and sorrow there would be nothing to compare the great moments with. These moments define us the same, if not more, than the moments of joy and happiness. They make us learn to trust each person that makes your family a home. Although these loud outbursts of anger and the quite sorrows bring us pain it creates a lasting feeling of home that can travel across the …show more content…
Each home consists of memories and feelings that have been built throughout the years, each moment adding to the next building the foundation of your very own home. For each memory or moment you have with your family you build a part of your home. Although many people do not get to experience the feeling of a complete home, I have had the pleasure of finishing my mansion of a home. The memories that I have shared with my parents and sibling have brought me to a point in my life where I feel perfectly content. This point took a long time to reach, but through perseverance my family and I have reached a place that can only be defined as home.
As Sir Oliver Wendell Holms said home is where the heart is and this is especially true for me. Home can never be defined as where I am or what I do, it is defined by the memories that I have made and the people I have loved all the way through my life. These moments are both moments of joy and anger, each one building the other one up. My home can only be found within my heart and soul. It is not a place that I can find on a map but a location you can only build in your heart. No matter where my feet go I will always be home, a home where I feel perfectly