CATANA GEORGIANA FACULTATEA DE LITERE B.S.

I ANUL II

Home is my holy place

I dont know what home means for the others, but to me home is a very important place. Home is where I grew, where I laughed and cried, where I always felt protected, stronger after every single failure. Considering the fact that I have a large family, my childhood home was always the meeting place for neighborhood childrens playground. This is perhaps why home reminds me of so many beautiful things and means so much to me. There are many times when I remember those things with melancholy and the longing for the past. Home is the place I spent the best years of my life, the most beautiful things ever happened to me I spent them home with friends and family. Birthdays,

celebrations, winter holidays, all those events I used to spend them home, close to all the people I love. This used to happen in my childhood but later in my adolescence too. I just love to rememde those moments. It used to be fantastic to get ready for the winter holidays close to my brothers

and sisters. Everything seemed so unreal, so different from the seen. I lived absolutly beautiful moments, and that just becouse I was home with my family. In the last two years, things have changed. I rarely manage to get home. Now home is the place I always long to go as soon as possible, the place I always miss when I pass trough difficult moments. When I finally manage to get home, I feel like stepping into another world. Its like I would not be myself anymore. In all the corners of my garden , that I love even today,I search for all those games that used to carry in the past, I try to reconstruct images that I miss so. Home is the holy place that I care about and I will always keep in my soul. I will always come home gladly and eager. My home, my childhood home will remain the corner of the world where I can always escape from reality. I love every single memory related to it and this will never change. My home will always be my heaven.