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Focused Inquiry UNIV 112

Building The Home That Built Me


Do you hear that? Six-year-old me loved to hear those noises because I knew something big was happening. But before all of the noises came into play, all I saw was this…

A blank piece of land that I was about to witness turn into my new home.

Both my mother and father were determined to fulfill their dream of building their own home into the one they had always imagined. My older sister, Dominica, and I were granted the opportunity to watch this piece of land be transformed into what we call our home today.

Let me take you through the journey I was lucky enough to be a part of. First, I watched a power shovel dig the nutritious soil up. Scoop. Dump. Scoop. Dump. Some debris fell throughout the process. I knew these construction workers were well equipped for this job due to the hard, vigorous, and seamless work they partook in almost every day. Sometimes I talked to them while they worked. Looking back on my memories, I was most definitely distracting them. I soon developed a friendship with these men. They taught me the process they were doing called excavating.

Then, I watched as large cement blocks transformed into the foundation of my soon-to-be home.

Foundation of Cement Blocks

As a six-year-old child, I never understood the importance of the cement foundation blocks. Now I realize that –just like in any relationship, project, building, or house– a foundation was essential for supporting the weight of the structure and the wide array of obstacles it may come to face. Because my house was built behind a canal in Hampton, Virginia, the foundation had to be substantial enough to survive floods and strong winds that triumphantly follow hurricanes. My house endured many of these tropical catastrophes, and to this day it hasn’t been damaged, thanks to the construction men making my home firm and sturdy.

The next process consisted of laying down baseboards and constructing the structure of our house using a forklift.

Forklift Building the Structure

Structure of My Home

Everyday after school I came “home” to the only home I knew, but I still found myself eager to go see the project that marked the beginning of my family’s new adventure.

My Sis and I Having Fun Witnessing Our Home Being Built

As you can see, my sister and I were thrilled to observe the hard work the constructors put in for my family. By this time, the workers adored my sister and I so much that they allowed us to ride in their forklift even though their boss wouldn’t be happy about it due to safety reasons. We rode as high as the forklift could take us. I could see everything.

My new friends who gave me the opportunity to ride on a forklift

The View We Were Able to Capture in the Forklift

Before I knew it, my new home was fully constructed.

My Home that Built Me<3

It initially struck me as odd that this place was meant to be my new home. In the beginning, it was just empty rooms with blank walls. It felt lonely and hollow, but I soon came to realize that a new start, with a blank slate, was not necessarily a bad thing. As my family began furnishing the house, with all new appliances and furniture, I slowly began settling in. I awed at the brand new granite counters and the soft couch that still smelled like the furniture store. I became overjoyed at the realization that I could paint my room whatever color I wanted and have a brand new bedroom setup. As I grasped at the opportunity to have my room redefined, my definition of home changed too. I realized that a home is not the four walls and ceiling you grow up in, rather it’s the place that is filled with love and family and growth. We moved into our new home a month after my baby sister was born, and watching her grow up there has solidified the notion that this is my home, my family’s home. It will always be the place I come back to on breaks, and the place I hope to bring my future children to for holidays and family gatherings. What once seemed like an absurd project has transformed into something I now can’t imagine being without. This was how my transition from my childhood house to my parents’ dream house redefined the meaning of home to me. This transition between places also caused a change in meaning for me and I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to watch my home be built before my eyes.


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  1. I really enjoyed this post because I think that it applies to many situations in life. I loved how you took us through the story of how your house was built and make it feel like it was a fun experience. I found it relatable how you were hesitant to move into your new house. Many people are afraid of change no matter what it is. Changing jobs, schools, or where you live can make most people hesitant. I was scared to change schools during middle school. It felt odd at first but as I was there for a few months, I started to feel like I belonged there. I think that the memorable moments we make in our new environment makes it easier to be comfortable with change.

  2. This is actually really cool. It must feel amazing for your parents to turn something they dreamed of into a reality and even more amazing to watch it happen right before their eyes on a daily basis. I liked how you provided pictures following the steps of your home and how at the end of it you realized what a home really is to you. That house has a lot of meaning to you and your family, congratulations and I’m glad it withstood a lot of tropical catastrophes.

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