Ah, the question of what makes a home. I wonder that myself a lot. My answer would be 'It's the place where you want to be after a long, tiring day'.
As you know, I moved a lot. So to me, a house is just a house. I rarely attach any sentimental value to a house. Some of my friends do. They seem to treasure every brink of their house. I don't care about that. To me, 'my home/room' is where my stuff is, whether that's in Belgium, Thailand or the North Pole.
As for family life, well, besides the moving and some bullying issues, I'd say that I had a pretty care-free and happy childhood. My family is upper middle-class. We weren't filthy rich but we weren't struggling either. My mum stayed at home to take care of us and after all is said and done, she did a pretty darn good job. She taught us how to behave, how to be responsible and such. My dad provided us with enough financial help so that we had things/opportunities that others wouldn't have e.g. gameboys, toys, a school trip to Tanzania, etc. All in all, we were a pretty happy family.
Unfortunately, somewhere in 2002, things started to fall apart. It's a very long story. You know parts of it. Certain things happened, fights broke up, a lot of hurtful things were said, everyone got hurt in one way or another and now, I feel like we're not really a family anymore. Things just aren't the same. When I come home, I don't get that warm, fuzzy feeling I used to get. Now, I just feel hurt and emptiness.
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As you know, I moved a lot. So to me, a house is just a house. I rarely attach any sentimental value to a house. Some of my friends do. They seem to treasure every brink of their house. I don't care about that. To me, 'my home/room' is where my stuff is, whether that's in Belgium, Thailand or the North Pole.
As for family life, well, besides the moving and some bullying issues, I'd say that I had a pretty care-free and happy childhood. My family is upper middle-class. We weren't filthy rich but we weren't struggling either. My mum stayed at home to take care of us and after all is said and done, she did a pretty darn good job. She taught us how to behave, how to be responsible and such. My dad provided us with enough financial help so that we had things/opportunities that others wouldn't have e.g. gameboys, toys, a school trip to Tanzania, etc. All in all, we were a pretty happy family.
Unfortunately, somewhere in 2002, things started to fall apart. It's a very long story. You know parts of it. Certain things happened, fights broke up, a lot of hurtful things were said, everyone got hurt in one way or another and now, I feel like we're not really a family anymore. Things just aren't the same. When I come home, I don't get that warm, fuzzy feeling I used to get. Now, I just feel hurt and emptiness.