My family is such an important part of my life. Wherever we choose to Live, Grow, and make memories becomes our home. Every apartment or home we reside in never feels complete, but having my family by my side will always make it whole. Starting fresh in our empty apartments just gives us a chance to start a new chapter in our family story. I believe home

is something that we carry with us in our hearts. Home is where I found love and the people that I love. Our family goal is to buy our own home and have a permanent place where we can mark it up with all our memories. Until then, we’re enjoying our home where we are. Home is not a place, home is a feeling. If we have each other, love, comfort, and safety we are home. Being able to share these things with my family is what make life complete. Throughout my childhood, I grew up in my great grandmothers’ home. Although that was home to me then, whenever I go and visit it just doesn’t feel the same. I guess it’s because it’s my childhood that I miss and not particularly the home its self.