The place where I’m living is my second home and I prefer it to the first one. I have only lived in two different places, the first one I lived since I was born, until the age of 10.
I don’t consider my old place a home to me, because I’m happy where
I live now. That doesn’t mean I was unhappy there, but it’s not the same, perhaps because I was still young and I don’t have many memories. Of course there are some memories that I’ll never forget such as friends and the neighbourhood.
In my opinion, ‘home’ means a place where we feel secure, that functions like a shelter, where we can love and be loved. If we don’t have those feelings in our own house, we would probably call ‘home’ a place in the park or the beach per example…somewhere where we feel at peace.
I consider myself a lucky teenager, because my parents have a solid marriage and gave me the minimums to have a modest, but happy life.
My home, my bedroom to be precise, is all I ever needed to be relaxed and comfortable. Although I like to go to the beach when I have problems, my bedroom is my first shelter, and the first place where I can think about the issues that are disturbing me.
My girlfriends’ house is like a home to me too. I’ve been with her since 2005 and I feel a warm and welcoming atmosphere every time I go there. It’s not the same as my own home, of course, but it could be another place where I can have similar feelings.
Resuming, I think I make myself clear about my opinion and my interpretation of ‘home’.
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