what we call home
Some time ago, at the end of October, my parents went on a short trip. They let me and my sister stay at a flat that they weren’t letting at the moment. So for around a week, we moved into a place that was more convenient than our house in terms of getting to school. In that short time, I visited my house once. But what was weird was that when I told my friends about my plans I didn’t say “I have to go home to grab a few things”. I used the name of a street that I’m living on. It made me realise that I’m not as attached to the building as I thought. Through that week I called “home” the place where I stayed with my sister. It showed me that my home is where my family is. This short time reviled where my priorities are.