Home means a lot of different things to different people. For some it is a place where you can spend the remainder of your days in luxury or a place close to your favourite haunt or somewhere there is quiet along with peace and serenity or maybe the ideal big house with a dog and a picket fence. Although all these scenarios are appealing, for me home takes a human form. It is my family which forms my home.
As said by Jenji
Kohan “Wherever you are, it's about the people you're surrounded by, not
necessarily where you lay your head.”
Home is not just
four walls and a roof over your head which you return to at the end of the day,
it is somewhere you find solace and feel safe. It is the people who greet you
when you return.
This belief has
been strengthened in the recent situation. Earlier my day consisted of me doing
my work and only meeting my family for the dinner we had together that too not
more than 3 days a week. But being locked at home with them for over 5 months
has made me realise the importance they hold in my life. Our familial
interactions have increased from having one meal together to sitting down for
every meal, spending time together after and sharing each detail of our lives
with each other. It is not like we haven’t had our ups and downs, one moment we
are sitting together laughing and the next we are at each other’s throats.
Living in such
close proximity to my parents has only further enhanced the feeling of home. We
have even adopted new hobbies which mainly consist of cooking and trying to
make new things. The amount of baking me and my mother have done in the past
few days will surpass the amount of food I have made my whole life. Every other
day we try to make something new and fail quite a few times like the time our
thin crust pizza turned into a stone crust pizza.
Not only that, me
and my family have moved quite a few times that I remember of (not vaunting the
moves that took place before I was 2) and I have never felt displaced or
foreign in that new land. In an unknown territory I knew I could rely on my
comrades that is my family. Wherever we go being with them has made me feel
like our home can be anywhere not only at one specific place. Wherever, I may
be as long as I am with my family I will never feel displaced.
But despite all the
fights we have and all the taunts I receive for lazing around half the day, I
would rather live with my family then without them because without them this
house is not a home and my home is where my family is.
