Growing up, I was lucky to have lived in the same community, in the same house for my entire life. My community has always added to my values of the home because I am grateful that I live in such a tight knit neighborhood. I am lucky to call Burkeville, Richmond BC my home. It’s been my home for 22 years now and I know one day that will change, when I move on and start to create a new home for myself. When I think about the external characteristics that will make my new home as comfortable as the one I am in right now, I think about the love I feel when I step in and out of my door. Outside, the neighbours are always friendly and there are always people active within the community. Families are walking with their kids and dogs, kids are playing in the park across the street, and there are always people playing ball hockey at the courts across the road. When I walk inside my door, I walk into a house full of bright colours, lots of shoes laid out by the door, and a giant coat rack filled with coats for every person and every occasion. As Roderick J Lawrence mentions, “the house is a physical unit that defines and delimits space for the members of a household. It provides shelter and protection for domestic activities”(Lawrence 155). For most of us, we are lucky to have endless opportunity within our homes and feel our most comfortable.
However, what makes the place I call home is purely intrinsic. What really makes my house a home are the people I am lucky to call my family. I truly believe that we could live anywhere and still call it home because when we are all present, that is the true meaning of home to me. Growing up within a single parent home has made me appreciate my family the most. We never had fancy things or a ton of stuff, but we had each other and that’s what’s made my house a home all of these years. To us, and I’m sure a lot of others, it was never the stuff that mattered. It was my mom who contributed endless love and support to my brother and I, who lived in the house, making it a home.
As cliché as this may sound, for generations “they”, whoever they are, have said “home is where the heart is” and as a skeptic of clichés, I usually don’t use them within my writing, however this one somehow seems to make sense. Joseph Rykwert, in House and Home states, “home is where one starts from”(Rykwert 51). Home does not have to mean the building you grew up in, or the neighborhood you once lived, but it can. Home can mean multiple things to multiple people and the only one who really knows the true definition of home is each individual. Home has always been where my mom and brother are, the smell of spaghetti after soccer practice, the Friday games nights, and the constant love and support. What makes my house a home is the family, friends and love ones who’ve paved the way over my twenty-two years. This to me is home. Do you have any family members that make your house a home, no matter where you are?
Happy Wednesday!
-Jessica
Works Cited
Lawrence, Roderick J. What Makes A House A Home. Center for Human Ecology and Environmental Sciences at the University of Geneva. 1987. 28 January 2015. Web. http://eab.sagepub.com/content/19/2/154.full.pdf+html
Rykwert, Joseph. House and Home. Social Research. The New School. 1991. 28 January 2015. Web. http://www.jstor.org/stable/40970630?seq=1#page_scan_tab_contents