A Place Where Is Home Essay

I never understand why people say home is just a place where a family lives. A house; a box where you feel the walls are enclosing on you and circling around your ever move. It is so much more than just that. Home is a sacred haven whether it’s in a place, person, or even animal. I can’t seem to grasp the ideas of family only being one object; from Sweden to India to Shenzhen to Shanghai to Hong Kong, my view of home has altered. Considering my family has different definitions of what home really means it is hard to connect our ideas when we are asked, “where is home?”
After moving to Shanghai from Shenzhen I attempted on developing a home there to replace Shenzhen, but the more effort I put in, the more I felt my body thrusting away and I began counting down every day, hour, minute, second until the day was over and I could lock myself in my room, my bed grasping me in and demanding me to stay. In school I had a slight curve to my edge of my lips and tried to make bright lights appear in my eyes only to discover I was living my life as an empty act. It wasn’t until I

My home isn’t a place I was born in or a place I’ve lived in for over six years, home to me can be two eyes drawing me in and never wanting to leave. Home is a lot of things, but it is definitely where I seek security. It’s difficult to answer questions about where home is to me because the truth is I don’t know and when I answer with someone’s name they stare for a second and then laugh it off while saying home can’t be a person, but a home can’t be a home unless people are in it. I don’t believe in saying homes can only be houses or countries because without individuals that place wouldn’t have been a home to anyone. My family, friends, pets make me feel more at home rather than the architecture created for families to live in. Home has many different interpretations, but the main take away is home is whatever you want it to