I Love my Home
Author: Kawaljit K.
Level: 5
Instructor: Jennifer F.
Photo Credit: Przemyslaw Koch / 123RF Stock Photo
Article ID: 1054 [Settlement- Fall 2018]
I love my childhood home very much. When I was a child, I never spent a single night anywhere except my home. All my family lived together, including my grandparents, my parents and my siblings. We love each other unconditionally. I can never forget this home.
Two years ago, I moved from India to Canada. For the first two days, it was a hard time for me because it was the first time I had not slept in my home. It was the first time that I had lived out of my home, out of my country and so far away from my family. I remember that I cried regularly and I talked to my family members all the time.
When I moved to Canada, I lived in a hotel. It was so expensive! After that, I moved into a basement unit. This was the first time I had lived in a basement. It was literally better than before because my friend and I had fun. We cooked food, we cleaned our rooms and we danced with the music. That’s the way we spent the time but it could not replace my home. I missed my home all the time.
Now, I am living in an apartment with my friend. I am getting a new experience of an apartment. Still, I am confused about my feelings; Am I happy? Do I miss my home as much as before? Furthermore, I can say, “I don’t know what I feel?” I don’t know how long it will take for another home to feel like it is my home.