Home If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember. Growing up, I was raised by a single mom who gave birth to me while attending college which meant we didn’t have a lot. I still remember being woken up early in the morning by her and driven to my grandparents where they would watch me while she took on 2 shifts each day. Because of the amount of hours, she would work my grandparents took on the role of taking me to my school functions and sporting events. Although it was hard not always having my biggest fan there to cheer me on I knew inside that she would give anything to be there watching but someone had to put food on the table. We had to move quite often due to my mom’s job constantly relocating her to different branches. By the time, I had entered the 1st grade my mother and I were moving into our 5th residence in the Houston area. I was still in my adolescence so moving never seemed to bother me as long as I had my toys and a TV I was pretty content. As I got older my emotions started to change and when it came time to move, adjusting to a new home or even a new area became a little harder each time. The …show more content…
Before I knew it I was already a junior in high school and life was had taken a turn for the best. My now current step dad John who had been dating my mom for around 3 years by then decided to purpose to my mom. Things got even more exciting when they told me that we were going to be building a brand new house in the same area and to top that off my mom for the first time ever promised this would be our last move, and has kept that promise ever
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Home, home has different meanings along with its deffinition. The deffinition is a place where a faminly resides, but when you say home it usually gives an impression of a warm loving happy place. Or it can also mean an institution for people needing help.
As teenagers, we tend to think that we don't need our parents help, but I must admit that it’s not easy living without either one by your side. For my second year of high school, I moved away from home and became a boarder at Bolles. At first, I was so overly excited to be away from home because I thought I was about to have all the freedom in the world. Well, soon enough I learned that I thought wrong. Of course, being in the dorm environment consisted of certain rules to ensure our safety and of course there were rules that the borders, including myself did and do not agree on. Over the past three years, I have observed that the boarder population feels like some rules are not made for our safety, but made to stop us from having a little
Separated from my mother for eight years. When I moved to America, every day I missed her so much and growing without her was challenging. I know she’s a great mother. She was born in the Philippines in 1971. She graduated from college with a degree in midwifery. My parents had a comfortable life but they wanted some better opportunities for us four kids. So my parents decided to move to the United States.
Home and house, two words that in essence are the same, but they hold vastly different meaning on a deeper level. A house as defined by Merriam Webster’s Dictionary is “a building in which a family lives.” A home as defined by Merriam Webster’s Dictionary is “the place (such as a house or apartment) where a person lives.” The two definitions are virtually identical in meaning and yet to people a house does not hold much emotion. A house has more of a solid entity while a home has an emotional connection. Toni Morrison’s novella Home, several of Nikky Finney’s poems from Head off and Split, and personal experience demonstrate the difference between a house and a home. Home may be an explicit building, a family, friends, or an entire town. I consider my home to be where my family is even if the building changes. My family is where I find comfort, safety, pride, love and belonging. The feeling of comfort or safety, pride, love and belonging are what creates a home. These characteristics of a home are what allow an individual to grow into the best possible version of them.
I would say that my childhood was very different from most children. For me, there really was no stable place that I would consider to be my true home. Due to my dad’s job in banking and finance, I have lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Boston and now Connecticut where I currently reside. As a child growing up, I remember very well, those feelings of nervousness and anxiety being the new kid in school. I would share to my classmates that I had just moved from a prior city and have lived in “this place and that place” and they would stare at me in awe. They had thought that I had the coolest childhood and was so fortunate to see all of the United States. However, for me, that was not what I wanted. I wanted stability. I wanted to develop a core
I moved to the house I now live in when I was three years old. I was so excited to move as this meant I was going to live closer to my grandpa. What I did not realize was what wonderful neighbors my family would have. Although the neighbors’ kids were all a lot older than my brother and me, they were always very nice and would play lots of different games with us. I thought this was so cool considering that they were all boys. The oldest boy, Jayson, had cerebral palsy. Jayson was 18 years old. He walked a little funny and talked a little funny, but he was so friendly.
At the age of nine, my family decided to relocate to Chattanooga, Tennessee. My father had found a better job opportunity, and he needed to move to his new job location as soon as possible. This is a big change for such a small child. Your surroundings have changed, and all your beloved friends and family are
Suddenly I felt an enormous amount of responsibility. It was up to me to decide if I felt my whole family should move from where we were happy, so my siblings and I could have the possibility of a better future. I spent a week talking to my mom in order to get her point of view. I had always felt like I had more responsibility than most kids my age. With my dad not living with us, I
For many young people, the idea of moving is absolutely forbidden. Why would anyone want to start over, again and again, having to make new routines, meet new people and somehow learn to accept that you won’t be with your friends anymore? Most of us would rather avoid the topic all together, but occasionally, it can’t be helped. People move for many reasons; maybe a tragic event occurred that needs to be escaped, maybe job opportunities popped up, or a job itself even requires the move.
One of the wisest things that I have ever done for myself is to move away from home. After high school graduation, I had decided to take a year off and stay home because at that time in my life I truly felt that I was not fit for university and that I needed time to work on myself. What I did end up finding is that a lot of the people that stayed behind, including myself, began to get into extremely destructive habits. As a lot of us did not have any concrete goals in our lives, we found that a sense of freedom became too much for us to handle. This resulted in many of us finding ourselves to push our limits with drugs and alcohol, as we were surrounded with freedom and were too immature to know how to handle it. I started to realize that the
My parents had a rough start together always moving to different houses they worked their way up from the bottom of the barrel. Until we moved to the house I live in now ,at the age of five. The house before my present one had a pretty decent neighborhood. There wasn’t really any friendly neighborhood interaction accept our next door neighbor they were good Samaritans, but came very distant when we moved. I am born and raised in San Antonio I have met so many great and wonderful people, but I also saw the indecent. This brought my ideas of right and wrong since people were just so close not in the sense of blood but as a community. I started to have the need and want of understanding them, and how they got into the situation they are now. I always tried to get the full story and the extra details to evaluate them individually so I wouldn’t blindly judge them and I could also connect with them.
At a very young age, my parents divorced and at this point my dad left and went back to his home town of Newark, New Jersey. When he did so he left behind my brother and I, along with his four kids from a previous wife with my mom. Because my mom was taking care of six kids alone, she was working 2+ jobs. I was constantly with a babysitter or in daycare in order for my mom to provide for such a big family. Growing up was hard not having both parents around much, but I know now my mom had to sacrifice time to support us.
Still I felt out of place, but positive change did start to occur upon our arrival into our very first home. It was small, definitely not meant for a family of six, but it was something to call home. Times were rough then too, my family was not financially secure, my mother worked in a factory. To think that she was high payed teacher back home who loved her job, had come over seas just to work at a factory for the sake of her children, still brings tears to my eyes. My father on the other hand had been studying day and night for his law examinations and my sisters who were at the time only sixteen years of age had taken up part time jobs that left them with no time for a social life. So much sacrifice made, with such little fruit of labour in sight. Yet again anxiousness hung above my head like a dark cloud unwilling to go away. Excitement on the other hand was also around the corner because I was about to start high
Saying goodbye to a town you once called home is easier said than done. I found this out when I moved away from my hometown in the third grade.