Home

Home is a place where I belong. I moved so many times that I was used to it, and even some places I call home. My old home was the place where all my memories are created,some of them were joyfull,happy, and too good to be forgotten. I moved so many times and most of the time I felt not welcomed to a new place and also I was not prepared for the weather change, but after staying there for a few months I was used to it and even called it home. Every time I moved I became sad because I settled in this place and created new memories that will forever be remembered. I had been moving for like 3 to 4 years because most of the time my Dad and Mom were not satisfied with the environment and the house. I have no choice but to just follow that rule that breaks me every time it takes effect.