Finding Home

When you hear the word home you picture a house. Surrounded by four walls with a roof. You draw it in first grade on paper with stick figures to represent your family. You would take the bus to and from learning that that was your home. However my experience differed from this. I moved around a lot growing up so no house felt like home. It felt like it was just a box that I would keep my stuff in and pick up to move again. I was always expecting a house to just naturally feel like home because it was a house and I called it home.

When I was twelve we moved into an apartment. I thought nothing was different then just another house. Going through the same routine I had at every house before unpacking my things my mother came into my room and sat on my bed. She explained to me a creative outlook on life that changed my whole perspective. She told me that a house does not make a home rather than the people in the house make the home.

In the moment I sat and thought and realized she was right. No matter how many times we move a house itself does not define my home. My family, the people in my life are my home.

By: Naiya Brock

Year: Freshman

Major: Political Science with a co major in Entrepreneurship

Hometown: Harrison, Ohio

Fun Fact: I have never broken a bone.