What My Home is About

My home is about the people I love. Most people are insecure about their image, but they are not focusing on what matters the most. Every home is different, but the feelings are the same. Sometimes a few people might move but a few later they might realize The love moves with them. My home is not in Canada it is in Nigeria although I am grateful for my house in Canada, I still miss family in Nigeria and my friends. I left Nigeria for a better life and here I have a good house, good friends and DELICOUS food from Nigeria (jollof rice, fried rice etc.) When people ask me about my home I think of Nigeria where it is hot, there is work ethic and it is loud. Every time it is Christmas my WHOLE family would come and have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But now we to fly over to see them. Every time I think of Nigeria there is this nostalgia feeling of how I SOMETIMES eat food with my cousins every time. There is big sister feeling when I Protect my younger cousin. MOST TIMES in Nigeria I see people try to sell drinks on the street to pay their rent. I really wish habitat for humanity would open in Nigeria, so all these people could have a home.