HOME

An English assignment by: Chiquita Jasmine 9B





Home. A common word that is so close to us, yet most of us can’t properly

define. To me, home is an abstract place where I feel welcomed and where my

heart just feels ……….right. Home makes me feels unconsciously contentment (

not that other places can’t make me feel the same, but my home feels different

and special ) and is the place for me to leisure around. If you asked me about my

home, then my first line of thoughts would be about my family. My family creates

the atmosphere or feeling of being ‘home’. The happiness, sorrow, etc. Basically

if there’s family, there’s home.


Being at home sometimes bemuse my feelings and emotions. Sometimes I feel

nonchalant and then in the next split of second, the pensive atmosphere is

replaced with a sense of duty to do my responsibilities. Let’s attribute this with my

mother’s strict behavior towards responsibilities ( mainly chores,

homeworks/assignments, and time tables ). These responsibilities at home

taught me stealth and hasty works. That’s what I like the most about my home.

The bipolar atmosphere between calmness and dread.


Of course, I can’t feel happiness everyday at home. Life is not all sunshines and

daisies. Sometimes conflict occurred at home and I just can’t stand it. Once ( or

twice ) I thought about running away from home. I don’t want to go into details,

but it was really personal and made me very uncomfortable at home. But then, as

I began to consider the consequences doing it, the idea vanished instantly from

my thought. It just wasn’t worth it. I presumed that everything would go back to

normal in 3 days at the longest. And I’m glad I did.


I never really miss my home, let alone home sick. I mean, I spend almost all of

my daily life at home, school, and some occasional go outs. Even when I’m out

for days, I never really miss my home. Well, can’t blame me for having one or

two of my family members being almost at every long time vacations I had.

The atmosphere at my home is a weird mixture of calmness and shuddersome

responsibilities. But like I said, I love it. Probably because I’m used to it? From

the dim lights of my home at noon, the greenish light in the evening, the extreme

temperature difference between my room and the dining room, the smell of dust

everytime me and my family left for days, and other familiar stuffs relatable to my

house, my home sweet home, they’re all too familiar to me. The atmosphere is

the same around the house. Even when I’m not in the house, as long as I feel at

‘home’ in another place, the atmosphere remains the same.


My dream home is akin to Barbie’s dream house. Childish, I know. I have a wild

imagination, and no one can stop me from imagining wild stuffs. But speaking in

a realistic way, I want a big house for a home. Still unrealistic? I want a comfy

home with nice designed room interiors. But nevertheless, I love my current

home the way it is right now. Home sweet home.