Write about a place you call home

I don’t really call where I live “home”. Like sure if I’m out with friends and I need to get going then I’ll say I’m heading home but it’s never “home” home. If ya know what I mean.

I’ve always considered home to be my parent’s house. If it’s a holiday or just a random weekend where I need some time in the same house as my parents but probably ignoring them while I snuggle with my dog or watch stuff on my laptop, I say I’m going home.

I’m not sure why I haven’t really ever considered anywhere else to be home. Maybe because nowhere else I’ve lived has ever really been mine? When I first moved out I sublet a room for 8 months. Just a room in a house. Then I was in an apartment in Korea that was paid for by my work, then a basement room for teacher’s college in the house of a friend, then another apartment in Korea and when I came to Toronto, I’ve lived where my boss has told me to because they provide it as part of my contract.

In between all those places, I’ve lived at home. With my parents. So maybe, even after all these years of being out on my own, I’ve never really considered anywhere else to be “home” because it’s never really been my home?

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