Where is home? A person might think of a specific place but when I thought of home, I instantly thought of my family. Throughout my story I went on to describe what I have gone through within the past two years. The past two years have been a roller coaster, I went on to talk about how my doctors found a hole in my heart and how my parents were there through the entire process. I finished my story by saying, “Throughout my story my parents were there through everything. My home isn’t a specific place. Where every my family is is where my home remains. My home moves around a lot. My home is my family.” I believe that seeing your family as your home is dominant narrative because people usually grow up with their parents or guardian.
After reading through a few blogs, I began reading Matt Hughes’ blog post about home and found that him and I thought very similar. Matt went on to describe how home was wherever he felt comfortable and accepted. Once I read this I realized that I was very much the same. Home was wherever I felt comfortable and accepted, which my family did for me. Matt said, “Whether if I was in a mansion, or a small little house, I could only call the place home if the people who care about me were there.” I believe that he couldn’t have said it any better. When I was going through tests to find out what was wrong with my heart my parents were there for me every step of the way; therefore, the hospital felt like home to me because my family was there to make me feel comfortable and accepted.
After reading Matt’s blog I went on to find another blog post that was similar to ours and resonated with me, that is when I came across Erin Stueby’s blog. Her blog post about home struck a cord with me. Erin started off by saying where she lived and classified it as her home but later went on to say, “However, this house that I lived in was not what I called home; my home was wherever my family was.” Erin described her childhood and it was very much like mine. I was the middle child just like her and got along with my siblings some of time and an agreement could be solved with a quick Charlie horse or dog pile, which Erin states. Erin’s story was very similar to mine and I was able to relate easily.
Trying to find a story that disrupted the dominant narrative was very difficult. Once I came across Kent LeNouail’s blog post about home it really stood out to me. He did not necessarily say that his family was his home like many others did. But rather, Kent stated that Yorkton, Saskatchewan was his home. For me, I found this interesting because I lived only a short distance from him outside the city of Melville, Saskatchewan. Even through we lived only a town over we both have different perspectives on what home is to us. Near the end of Kent’s story he said, “Home has always been Yorkton for me and always will be.” Kent attached the idea of home to the city of Yorkton and he says throughout his story that one day he would like to move back there and teach at his old school and possibly coach the basketball team there. For me, my home is to move close to my family. I have always been a family person and wherever my family that is home to me.
Trying to find a class reading that went along with what home is to a person was difficult. I had to dig a little deeper to find a sense of home. When I was reading The Truth About Stories: A Native Narrative by Thomas King I noticed that King talks about how he never got to see his father and how he planned it would be if he ever got the chance. When King finally thinks that he has the chance to meet his father he gets the terrible news that his father has passed. King grew up with him mother and brother in a time where woman were not accepted in the male workforce (King. 2003. pg 2-6). King ends this part of his story with, “That’s my family. These are their stories” (King. 2003. pg 8). This made me think about my family. King grew up not knowing my family whereas, I have always known mine. Therefore, I have always pictured my family as my home. But in King’s instance he never really knew his father because he left when he was three or four. Therefore, King might see his home as a specific place.
I decided to pick the stories about home because my family is very important to me. Therefore, I figured that I would be able to either connect with other peoples stories or not connect with them at all. Family is a part of my life that I share with everyone. I am always telling stories about my family and the crazy adventures that we go on. Going through the blogs to find stories that were either similar or different than mine was interesting. I liked being able to read what others believed home was. Yes there was some differences but it was nice to see that a lot of people think like me and see home wherever their family is.