The charms and pleasures of domestic life are known to everyone. Just go out to another town to see your relative, and there you will be secretly pining for your home, sweet home. You will remember the delightful evenings you passed around the fireside. It will be delightful to recall the scene of your father returning home after his day’s work, the children climbing on his knee; the mother preparing the evening meal and your sisters, talking of sweet innocent things; The kindly neighbors drop in helping to pass the evening hours merrily with their pleasant and cheerful conversation.
These homely joys may at first sight seem to be somewhat commonplace. But as we grow older we find that they are the true sources of happiness. The joys given by wealth, rank, position and fortune, are short lived; they soon pass away. But the joys of domestic life are of a permanent nature. They always remain with us. A kind father, an affectionate mother, a sympathetic brother, a loving wife, a dutiful son, a devoted, obedient daughter fill our life with cheerfulness. Rank; wealth and fame are not within the reach of all, thy come only to those who are fortunate. But these domestic joys can be enjoyed even by the poorest laborer. While the pleasures given by wealth, position and fame are of an exciting nature and make our soul weary of the world, the serene joys of domestic happiness soothe our very soul and bring us peace, contentment, and cheer fullness.
But it is not for these joys alone that our home is to be valued. A home is often-the best school for acquiring the noble virtues of honesty, truthfulness, faithfulness, sincerity, obedience, sympathy, self-sacrifice, and self-denial. We imitate the actions of our parents and relatives. From them we learn to be sympathetic, obedient and true to others. The unselfish devotion with which the mother serves her husband and children and the wonderful self-denial which the father displays in daily life are noble examples of the highest virtues. Self-control, the noblest of all virtues, is largely a result of home influences.
Most of our pleasant associations are often connected with our homes. For it was there that most of us spent the happy days of our childhood and youth. Imagination clothes these scenes with loveliness and throws a charm of romance over them. So it is that, wherever we may roam, there is no place like home.
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There is No Place Like Home
There is No
Place Like Home
It’s needless to say that travelling tops the list of means of spending free time during vacations.
Why? There can be many reasons starting with broadening one’s horizons and ending with psychological treatment. Travelling means getting away from your
dirty crowded city, escaping from the boring routine and watching impressive, fascinating, spectacular, incredible, fantastic and simply amazing sceneries,
pieces of architecture, well, perhaps in another dirty and crowded city.
No matter how strange it may seem, but I’m not fond of travelling, at least if that’s a
common drag — descent conditions, conservative guides — I find it boring to look at man-made
buildings and monuments, no matter how beautiful they are. That is the reason I’d rather visit rural parts of India such as Goa and Chinese monasteries,
lakes of Canada and jungle of Brazil, deserts of Australia and everlasting brightness of the Hawaii islands — they all have the original wildness and
there are no vendors around offering to buy souvenirs.
I can’t understand the popularity of European capitals with tourists from all over the world. Do they really include
many «sights to see»? I guess I’ll never understand it.
Anyway, there was a trip I really liked. Perhaps the reason for it is simple – it was a trip to
Yugoslavia, one of the less attractive countries in European tour business. Being not so ordinary, it made me remember it. After a 2-hour flight we found
ourselves on the Mediterranean seashore of Yugoslavia. We neither did a lot of sightseeing, nor had too many excursions so it was high time to enjoy
the place that was really marvelous: fir-covered mountains, the sea, sun-soaked beaches, friendly locals and amazing weather. The most vivid
experience was being on a small island during the gale. The sea was so rough!
It was the most fascinating sight I had seen before that!!
After a week by the sea we were glad to change the scenery. We had to suffer a 12-hour
coach journey to the National Park KOPAONIK, that unfortunately later suffered NATO attacks. The place was fabulous, and it was impossible to
get aware of the fact that you aren’t dreaming of being a gorgeous hero of a fairy-tale.
There was no chance to be homesick and I was actually disappointed when it was time to
leave. Surprisingly, I didn’t miss home at all! In fact, I’ve never been homesick, perhaps just because I’ve never been away for more than a month. But
it doesn’t really mean that I don’t love my home. As for me, home is not just my house, it’s something more – the surroundings, the people around, at last
the energy of the place. I doubt that I can make it any place. I’ve moved 3 times for the last 15 years and every new place was in the very same district.
I really got addicted to the place where I live and I won’t move to any other.
I can’t share the statement “Home is where you make it”. I’m sure that having a real home is like
having a faithful friend – once in a lifetime. For some people home is a special place, for me personally it’s not just the place where you live, it’s
the place where you can get shelter from rough social waters, feel relaxed and enjoy every minute of being there. Even prehistoric people tried to
decorate their caves. That means that its Nature who “makes” us try our best to make our homes the most enjoyable places in the Universe, but it’s up to
everyone how to do that.
Alexander V. Myskin, gr. 3o1
Have you ever heard the saying, “home is where the heart is” This makes so much sense, because everyone you love either lives in your home, or comes to visit you. They may come in all different shapes and sizes, but they serve a much greater purpose then simply covering our heads and storing our possessions. I believe that there is no place like home.
My home isn’t just a place where I sleep and eat; it’s a gathering place for my friends and family. It’s a place where I don’t have to hide my emotions, because everyone who’s ever there are those who care about me. I can be myself, and I don’t have to worry about what other people think about me. I believe that a home is a place where I can be as silly as I want and not be embarrassed about anything.
Although many of us, when we think of home, think of homework, annoying siblings, and chores. We never seem to look beyond all of that and see the importance of home. Stop and think for a second, what would your life be like without your home No home means no shelter, no shower, no bed, and nowhere to feel truly safe. I believe my life would be miserable without a loving home.
I don’t just love my home because it’s a great place to relax and be myself, but because my family lives there too. I love my family, and it’s wonderful to have a place to be with them, because honestly, I’m not home very often. No matter how many homes I have in my life, I know that the feeling I have at home will never change, because of my family. I believe a home isn’t made up of just architectural designs and some bricks thrown together, but of people who live there and care about one another.
My belief is a simple one, but my home is the refuge in my complicated life. It’s sometimes easy to take a home for granted, and I typically treat it like a pit-stop, but I know it serves a much greater purpose. It is a place that holds my memories, a place where I lay my head, but more importantly, a place where I feel myself.