I’ve always associated my home as a place I find comfort in. A place of safety and sleep. I try not to bring any negativity from the outside to my home. My previous home was pretty run-down, as was not the best looking condition wise. There were visible holes and crevices around the walls. We didn’t really need new walls or a better house because it was pointless. We were already happy and didn’t need anything more. Within my home, is my family. I’ve always tried to have a close connection with my family members, including my aunts and uncles. We’ve tried to stay connected with them by speaking over the phone or invite them to our home. It’s something we usually do every month. They arrived in the country sometime around when the virus was an epidemic. They have relied on us for some time I think.
In school, I didn’t actively look for friends. Sure, I had some close friends who I occasionally spoke to, but I never really conversed with them outside of school. I liked it that way because I felt like friends were a bit of a burden. I didn’t want to participate in their activities, go to their events, or have to remember certain days relating to that person. I wanted it to stay that way. I had a very close friend whom I spoke to outside of school, and we used to run around in the fluffy white snow during winter or do some crazy stuff. That was probably the only time I spoke with a close friend outside of school. I just recently learned in health that I could practice being myself anywhere I go regardless of whoever is around me. I can make it easier for myself and others around me by just being myself.