Essay about My First Time Away From Home

Home is the place where a child grow up under the care of their family members while surrounded with love and happiness. Home is the place where a child knows that this place is safe for him or her. In other words home is a place where a person’s safety is guaranteed.

Every person should have a place that they can call home. It is the right of every child. Even when a child grows up, they still have a place which they can call their home. The place where a person doesn’t need to hide themselves or be afraid of as there is no other place in this whole world that is as safe as a person’s home.

It is a human being’s nature to find a place that they can call as home where they are most comfortable and safe and happy or in other word where you can feel all kind of positive emotions. Some people consider the arms of a person as their home as at that place they feel the positive emotions.

The feeling of staying away from home is not pleasant. Even when a person stays away from home, deep down that person always want to return home and to its family. Now a day’s people often have to stay away from home for various reasons. It has become a common thing.

However, the person who stays away from home always wants to go back there and this feeling of wanting to go back there always remains with them. Even though people stay away from home, the feeling is not pleasant and most of the times people don’t want to go through this feeling.

Yes, with time the feeling gets easier but that does not mean that it is gone. As a matter of fact, with time the feeling reduces but always stays with the person and this feeling is not something that a person can get easily rid off.

The feeling of leaving home for the first time is downright scary. It is so frightening that it can make a person fall sick, especially in case of a child. There was a time when for better education I had to stay at a boarding school from a young age.

That was the first time I ever left home and to some extent also left the positive emotions that a home can offer me. I never wanted to go to a boarding school and begged my parents not to send me there but it was not to be done. So, one fine day I left my home and went to stay at a place that I have to call my ‘house’ for a few years and not ‘home’.

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There is vast difference between a home and a house and one of the main difference is that a home is the place where a person feels like belonging and a house is a place that a person stays in but does not feel like belonging there.

When I left my home for the first time, I understood the difference between these two terms quite clearly and that too at a young age.

I was in class IV at that time when I had to leave my home. I won’t even pretend that the feeling was nice at any cost because it was not and no person can understand this without actually feeling it on their own. The thought of leaving home is scary and when we actually go through that, the feeling is absolute gut wrenching.

No amount of preparation can make the feeling easier. For the first time I was unpacking my belongings all by myself, I realized how much I miss my home.

I also realized here I am on my own. Sure there are other people and also care takers but no person can make you feel like home at any cost. The first time I washed my dishes, I wanted to go back desperately.

The first night was the most horrible as at that point of time I finally realized that no matter what I am not going anywhere anytime soon.

The first night I couldn’t go to sleep in that bed that is going to be my own for the time being as I was missing the comfort of home.

That night I lay awake in the bed and thought of different scenarios by which I can convinced my parents to take me away from here. In fact at some point of time I actually convinced myself that this all just a nightmare and when I will wake up, everything will be fine and I will still be in my home with my family.

The next day when I woke up after finally going to sleep at midnight, I realized that I am living in the nightmare and nothing is going to change that. I cried a lot but that didn’t help my case at all. I learned to accept my fate and tried to live normally.

It wasn’t easy and even though I accepted my situation, I still couldn’t get over the fear that I had and it remained with me for a painfully long time. Days turned to months and I still was trying to cope with everything. With time, the fear and emotions lessened but did not disappear.

I stayed there for years and the fears and longing to go home also stayed with me for those years at the back of my mind. It never did go away but on the positive side, it wasn’t that strong as the first few days.

The feeling of leaving home is scary and no matter what someone says, when the time comes everyone goes through the same pain and with time they learn to deal with them on their own. Leaving home means in other words becoming independent.

Human being’s no matter how independent they become, they will always crave for a place to call home as it is in the nature of human beings. Some people call this feeling as home-sick. Being home-sick is not a bad thing as it says that a person just miss their home terribly.

The first time when a person leaves home for however long is scary but the next times are not scary that much as by that time they learn to deal with all the emotions. However, the feeling of first time cannot be erased from someone’s memory. The feeling will stay with them for the rest of their lives.