Home / Identity The word ‘home’ is something that is often misunderstood. Home makes up your identity and not many people know that. Therefore you ask me, ‘what is home?’ Home is not just in your house. Home is a place that surrounds you. It’s you environment and cause for emotions. Your home is where you are with the people that surround you (peers, family, and strangers), as well as cars, houses, stores, and/or toys. All of these things (people, buildings, playful objects, and nature) are the components that make up a home. Some people don’t have all of those things in their home though. A homeless man has no house to live in whereas a rich man has a beautiful house to his or her accommodations as well as anything that will make …show more content…
That is not completely true, however. A teenager can be used as a great example of this. Most teenagers don’t get along with their parents because of their desire to be free. This is a stereotype however, meaning not all teenagers feel this way. This leads to my point, which is that home varies from person to person even though some can be alike most are different. Home creates you identity because you learn from your surroundings even before you start to go to school. When you are young playing with friends and then fall and scrap your knee, you learn from that. It might take some time, but you eventually learn that that hill is too steep, or that toy is too much for you to handle. When you learn from you surroundings, you think of why you do the things you do. If you grow up in a neighborhood where people surround you with their friendship and love, then you will most likely be a caring person. But if you grow up where you are often ignored and try to be important, then you will most likely be passive and struggle for attention to a point where you don’t even realize you’re struggling for attention. A way to take a closer look at how home affects your personality / identity; you have to look at the structure of how a home is created. Your parent’s personalities are the first basis for how you live. The way they live is the first things you will see and learn from before you
The home environment is more that just a physical environment. Peace (2015) groups the home into three categories, the physical environment, the social environment and the psychological environment. These three elements contribute to a person 's individuality, identity and emotional attachment. In contrast, the home can also be a negative and disabling environment. Consequently, it is these emotional attachments that get interrupted in transition. Personal possessions can have great meaning and by using these emotional attachments in a new setting, carers and care worker can help make the transition to a new environment a more positive experience.
Home—the place that gives off a sense of warmth, comfort, and belonging. Home is where loved ones are and memories transpire, however Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines it as “one’s place of residence.” Is this what the meaning of home has become today? Does home really allow one’s true self to shine through? In the past these presumptions held true to most of the population, but today people consider vacation homes, condos, and apartments a home when in reality they are very transient. In the 1800’s homes were built by the men of the house for the family to live in forever. Some homes do still meet this historical criteria, but today the majority differ greatly.
For the purposes of reducing confusion the world that we live in, the air we breathe, the universe that is generally accepted as the real world, and the felling and presence of our bodies will be referred to as “home”.
A dwelling maintains the characteristics of homeyness when it is characterized as a place that is comfortable, welcoming, accommodating, or even warm. A homey environment is not uniform or consistent. Its interiors may consist of varying warm colors; some parts may even have exposed brick or stone. Mnemonic objects such as photos or mementos from past trips attach fond memories to the home. A home is also diminutive. Its proportions are easily managed by its occupants.
Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity
My home is always with a positive attitude, we try to be peaceful and helpful. I can see my home as a place where there is a lot of competitive mood. Everyone wants to be the best in everything, so that helps me to motivate myself to have better grades and fight for the things that I
Home is where family resides. Home is where one feels safe, like a baby in a cradle. Home is where one has a back to rely on, people to trust. For me, home is none of those things. Instead, it is the dark, empty, consuming void in which I spend my days residing. The only companionship I have is the computer screen and the dull, dusty, corroded walls which surround my only home. The walls serve their purpose, as was expected of them: to protect me from the hideous monsters outside. The ugly, manipulating, disgusting monsters who lure one in with their sweetness and proceed to strangle one from the inside out. The monsters who do terrible things, things I wish not to speak of within the confinements of these pages, things that make my blood run cold as if there were a specter within my midst. The
When some people think of home they think of the place they go to after a long day, or the place they sleep at night. There is so much more to make a home a home, home may not even be a place; home may be a person. My home is my family, my mom in particular though. She is a fighter, a great cook and an even better role model.
Neil described home as, “where I can go back and relax after a really long day. Home is where I can be myself, where I can be naked physically and emotionally, where my family is, where I can close my eyes and relax without a single worry (except for my mom telling me to go clean my room).” I feel like a lot of people can relate to Neil’s definition because it reminds one of the feeling they might experience once they get home from an excruciating work day, so they can now just kick back and relax. Kelsey, my best friend, described home as, “where I can just hide from the world and be lazy and no one will judge me and it’s beautiful” or “where I can get taco bell in two minutes.” Her definition made me laugh, because it’s true that where we live you don’t have to drive for longer than two minutes to get some Taco Bell, but where she goes to school she would have to drive for about twenty minutes. Ryan described home as, “ wherever I feel safe and like a can go to sleep comfortably,” he also said that home isn’t his house because he doesn’t like being in his house. Ryan doesn’t like being in his house because he doesn’t get along with his family all the time, a lot of people can relate to this because sometimes people can feel more at home when they’re out on their own. On the other hand, when I asked my friend Martina she responded by texting me her address, “57 Walter DR, Woodbridge, NJ,” meaning that she felt the most comfortable with her family surrounding her in a familiar place. Chris said that home is where he gets support from the people surrounding him, similar to what Martina implied, however different than just texting his address. Ime said that home is where she walks in and all of the stress leaves her body because she can relax with the people she loves the most and have a home cooked meal; Ime’s definition is very much
To me, home is every place I’ve lived in, and this has especially been true as I get older, because I become old enough to be independent and really explore the city I’m in. However, with that being said, theres the problem that every time we move, I feel like I’m moving away from my “home”. While some people look at this and see it as a great lifestyle and opportunity—which, don't get me wrong, it is—they don't understand the identity crisis that goes along with it, as well as my extended background, making it harder for me to even wrap my head around.
I was raised in a changing environment, which means things in my family never stayed the same. I lived in Mexico until I turned 13, after that I moved to the states, so I got to see to different realities. I remember that in the early years of my life my parents would try their the best to keep me close to them, which meant I got to be home a lot, most people hate loneliness but I value it, I wasn’t used to be around kids and with adults the routine would be greet them to be polite, then run upstairs to keep watching television or play by myself. My mother didn’t like me being outside with the other kids, she said I would pick up bad habits from them. Dad was always busy, tired or just not there. I would notice he would get upset with me because
The most significant effect of living away from home is the independent behavior that grows inside of you. Living on your own far from your family gives you a lot of experiences toward organizing your life. Since it is up to you and no one else to go to school, clean your room, wash your clothes, and organize your expenses, it is predictable that you will have a good and strong meaning of responsibility. Being independent and responsible will help you get through life every goal you want to achieve.
At home, the people that we live with, our family, are our first teachers. Home is where we learn the morals and values that we, as adults, pass on to our children. Our manners and etiquette that are learned at home are what we bring into the outside world and portray to others. The knowledge and insight that we acquire from our
family members seem to be doing their own thing. The feeling of home compared to camping or school is one complete and different feeling. When I enter my house, it is silent so that we can take a personal break from school and my parents could enjoy tea or watch Asian drama’s. To my perspective, my family is a kind one that takes great care and provides secondary help if needed in any sort of way. Although we may have our rough sides, all the members of the family still like each other. During my rough times, I always rethink the past about other students and my friends, who may have divorced parents, or the ones that are stuck as the middle child.