I always associate my home with comfort. However, I have also always like my first house more, but have lived in my new house so long that it is by no means my new house. I think of laying on my couch with my family as home. Home is my dogs chasing one another around the house and barking at all hours of the night. Home is not so much a place as it is a feeling.
When I was five years old, I moved into the house that I currently live in. I didn't want to move because I loved my old house. It was bigger, newer, and had woods surrounding the neighborhood that I could explore in. However, I have grown to like my new house and realize the characteristics that make it unique. Had I not moved, I never would have met my best friend, who lives up the street from me. Additionally, my house is much closer to downtown Nashville than my previous one. My new house is very convenient, because everything is within a ten minute drive. Also, my new house has very large yard which was great for my brother and I growing up. I have come to not only accept my new house, but now call it home.
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