This is the home where I spent 22 years of my life in.
It’s not just shelter but it’s the place where I grew up and made a foundation for myself in. I’ve had my good days and bad days in this home, but I wouldn’t trade the experience of living here for any
A family built this home before us and sold the home because they were not able to pay for the home anymore.
My parents would tell me how they bought out permanent home and how sad the family that built this home had to put it for sale.This home is bigger than what I could ask for, it has everything I need and nothing too extravagant. My parents hosts parties for our families and friends any chance they can, so it never feels lonely in this home.
Our fish tank that constantly runs fills as white noise when there are no parties.
My parents like to keep some stuff from when I was younger, so I have this red hello kitty locker with some things I used to collect when I was younger.
I like the walls that surround this home and how the fortification makes me feel safe from the dangers of the outside. When I was in my adolescent years, I used to loathe being at home because I felt like I was stuck in a confined space with my parents constantly entering my private space, but over time I got over that phase in my life and began loving my home and enjoy being here such as when I was a child feeling relaxed and free to do what I choose.
This is a reflection of myself and how shelter is important for people to be able to put down roots. Not all experiences are the same, but for me, living in my home is something I’m happy to be a part of with me and my family.