by Jamie Gibeau | May 2, 2020
When I step inside my house, I’m usually greeted by emptiness. My Mom, a nurse, wakes up at 5 in the morning to treat patients on long shifts. My Dad, a small business owner, works to support our family. My sister, a college student in New York, cranks out art pieces...
by Jamie Gibeau | May 2, 2020
Living somewhere doesn’t necessarily make it a home. Home is the memories created there and the people with whom you share them. Most people see their home as a place where they grew up or started their family but I feel it is much deeper than that. In 2017, we had a...
by Jamie Gibeau | May 2, 2020
As many people know, not every house is a home. Growing up with a separated family, I had been bounced through a few different houses at a young age. But with every new environment, I still felt at home. As time had gone by, I realized that my inner feeling of home...
by Jamie Gibeau | May 2, 2020
A house is made to provide shelter from the cold. It’s supposed to contain you from the outside world. Its job is to be a place to live; its job is not to make you feel safe or welcomed. Its job isn’t to build childhood memories that you can hold onto forever. Lastly,...
by Jamie Gibeau | May 2, 2020
I have never been a home-body. My house has only been a place to sleep and mark my calendar for the next event. I have always found my joy in the world outside my house. Things like sleepovers with my friends, working long hours at my summer soccer camp, or smelling...
