The place I call home

Green and yellow. On moving-day to the new house, I stood staring at those two unusual colors my new house was painted in. Shocked by the uncommon colors, I looked around the immediate neighbors’ houses and to my dismay, they were all colored in the conventional white and brown. My sister and I tried to convince our parents to repaint the house but my parents were not willing to give in and I had to live with resentment over the house’s untraditional colors. However, my feelings towards the house would soon change with an unexpected turn of events: the pandemic. 

My birthday was a few days after the lockdown started and so my circle of friends wanted to drop off their gifts. However, I soon realized that my friends didn’t need my address in order to know where I lived. That was because no one referred to my home by the street address; they all referred to my house by its defining colors. Realizing this, I immediately felt remorseful over the discontent I had approached my house's colors with.
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After undergoing this, I realized the importance of embracing diversity and uniqueness. What I had considered to be the house’s flaw and defect ended up being it’s highlight. Expanding this further, in life, being different from what we're around shouldn’t be what marks us as outlaws. Instead, they should be what makes us stronger and more defining because those traits are what makes us special and personal. 

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