I live in a typical two story house, but how do I call it home? Could it be the savory smells of my mom cooking dinner each night? Or maybe the sound of the waffle iron whistling each morning, alongside the crackling of eggs baking on the stove top.
I wish there was a simple answer to the question, “What makes a house a home?, but it’s not as simple as you might think. There are many things that make my house a home.
Maybe it’s the old music my mom plays in the afternoons, or the sweet smells of her flowers in the summer. Maybe it’s the loud roaring of my dad mowing the lawn, or the happy sounds of him and my brother playing outside.
Maybe it’s the taste of my sister’s delicious desserts, or the sound of my brothers basketball smacking the concrete outside. Maybe it’s my three year old brother’s toys scattered around the house, or his sassy little attitude. Through it all, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My family makes my house a home. It’s my dad’s warm weekend waffles and my mom’s leafy green plants on the windowsills of our crowded kitchen. It’s familiar, and safe.
Having lived in three different houses, I never had trouble calling the two new ones home. My family was there, making each one a home. Even through the additions of my younger siblings and pets later in my life, it made our house into even more of a home.
Each house I’ve lived in, my family and I have created memories there. Those memories, good or bad, make my house a home
In my home, I know I can be comfortable being myself. It’s where I can relax, and my family is there if I need them. Even though we argue and fight often, I know that my family will be there for me in our home.
Of course, I can still make a house a home without my family, and one day, I will have too. For now, I get to enjoy the company of my busy, loud, and messy family in our house, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if we lived on a boat or in a car, it would still be home with them. My crazy, loud, messy family, that’s what makes my house a home. No matter what happens, they will always be my home.