Home

For some people home is their country, for others their family. But what does home really mean for me?

First of all, it is people and relations between them. If my family and I feel healthy and safe, this is a happy home. The real home is also a place where I can feel free and able to express my feelings easily, even the sadness or the anger. Small things matter too: my favourite books, my music, my beloved cats or friendly neighbours.

However, home is not only the present place where I am living. Home for me is still my parents' home in the countryside where I grew up, the paths where I used to ride my small blue bicycle, my room which was my kingdom and finally my parents and my sisters, who are still so important for me, so this place will stay my home forever.

Personally, I really hope to create a happy home where my family can stay quietly and safe. I dream of living in France, in a small house with blue shutters. I can see my boyfriend and I on the terrace and our kids having a good time on the beach...
Today, my home is in Scotland but I am not sure where it will be in the future; maybe in France, maybe in my Polish countryside or perhaps Scotland will be my home forever.
Wherever it is, I think that it is people, not the walls, who make a real home.

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