Home?
Lately I am confused about what makes my home so special for me. I stay in home when I don’t have the strength or energy to go and face the world outside it. I take shelter at my home when I fear the world outside. Home is like my mother’s lap to me, it makes me feel comfortable. My home has witnessed it all, my anger, my love, my sorrow, my happiness and yes even my secrets. My home gives me my much needed privacy even when its house full. My home even tells me about all the neighbouring gossips and it even allows me a sneak peek on everyone’s else life.
My home has given me a very loving brother and has seen all the mischiefs of us tom and jerry. It has seen my arguments with mom and dad and has also seen the group hugs of the family. But today I am in a situation where I have to move out of the house and somehow I am not sad about leaving the house, the only thing that I am upset about is going away from my family. My home always meant a lot to me but today, the only thing that makes me sad is about going away from my family and nothing else. I find it weird though for not feeling much about moving out of this place. I guess that’s why they say ’ home is where your heart is’. I can live anywhere but it is my family that I can’t live without and it gets even more weirder because its my brother I am gonna miss the most.