A house is more than a just a shelter, but a home because of the people that live in them. My family makes a house a home everyday. Though we don’t always get along, nothing is more important than the love and memories we all share together. For all of my eighteen years, I have lived in the same house, on the same street, in the same city. This home has always been full, from my two older sisters, a mom and a dad as well as various pets, from dogs to bunnies. Our home has also seen many changes like renovations to siblings going to college then moving out. Though life is ever moving forward, and I will soon be going off to college. This house will forever be my home.
