Essay About Home
The person undoubtedly influences the place of living, which is clearly understood because even if a house is fully furnished but uninhabited, one will immediately feel it upon entering.
Eventually, the longer a man lives somewhere, the more his home reminds of him when you look at it.
During the course of the class so far we have read a number of short stories and poems, about people and their home and their share of experiences with family.
From what I can read my family does not resemble any of these stories except “Coming Home Again” By Chang-Rae-Lee.
One cannot live somewhere for years without leaving a kind of trail, a kind of residue of oneself.Many people might see their home as a depressing dark and dramatic place, but many also see their home as a place of happiness, a place of sanctuary,a place they can call their own, and that if they were to lose such position they would in fact lose everything.In the poem “Home Is So Sad”, we read how a home might feel when it`s empty,with out its owner living inside, as if they were gone for some time.We all, of course, know that it is not simply a place of residence – not every place where you live may be considered to be your home, although it is always a good idea to try and turn it into one. A person may live in some place for years and still hate it. It means that there is some meaning behind that concept that makes it necessary to feel at home to achieve a certain level of comfort.Englishmen, for example, are particularly ; a famous proverb “My house is my fortress” originates in England and in the beginning had quite a direct foundation – a person couldn’t even have been arrested in his own house.Even now there is hardly any place where a person may feel more secure and protected from the dangers of the outer world.The word home has many different meanings depending on an individuals point of view.As time progresses, we see that the definition of home and what people see as a home has changed, For example the “American Dream”, everyone wanted the white house with the picket fence and the yard with a dog and the “perfect” family.I believe that home is where individuals become themselves, not primarily physically but mentally. Behind the pizza place where I work, there’s a stream that runs into the river my town is built around.When it is a really busy night, I sneak down to the river for my precious 20-minute break, stepping carefully along the rocks to the edge of the river.