While answering questions about what makes a house and what makes a home I had realized that I had been neglecting my own house and home. Why would I not look and compare to my own home life? These are the ideas I continued to explore.
I had been discovering what makes my house a home and why my house is not what I consider my home. My home is where I grew as a person and the people I grew with, a lot of this happened at my grandmothers house.
It was here that I learned lessons for life and was surrounded by the people who make me feel whole. Little did I know that this was about to be a realization that would make new explorations. At the time of me figuring out that my grandmothers house was my home I found out she was diagnosed with a terminal cancer. I know had to ask myself what is a house if the home is not in it? What do you do when your home is no longer there? Would the house still feel like a home?