In Cisneros – No Place Like Home, Cisneros characterizes “home” as a place where you can be yourself. It does not have to be a place where you grew up, but a place where you think you belong. Cisneros considered her home to be a place where all her memories were able to live freely. In the chapter she states “We find ourselves at home, or homing, in books that allow us to become more ourselves. Home “is not just the place where you were born” as the traveler writer  Pico Iyer once noted. “It’s the place where you become yourself.” When she says this I think she does not believe that her house back in Chicago was not her home it was just where she lived. As her life goes on she will eventually find her own self and that’s where her home will be.

When I think of home, I instantly think about my family. But if I were thinking about my first home it would be the first ever home my family bought because that’s the first financial commitment they ever made. Also that house was where we were born, even though I don’t remember much about that house because we left at an early age it’s still my first ever house. The house I live in right now has a lot of memories too. It’s where my little brother was born, where I started school, where I got my first car, and much more. According to Cisneros definitions my home would definitely be where all my memories are. My aunt’s house has a lot of memories too, I would go to her house every weekend and stay over. My cousins would also come over and we would have a lot of fun. But I don’t think I can consider that my home because it is not where my immediate family is. Even though with my aunt we went on way more trips out the states and had more fun with them. 

Some barriers I have at my home right now is my family always restricting me from doing something. It gets annoying after a while and that’s probably the only thing I would actually change to get my perfect home. That is the only thing stopping me from really finding out who I am, and what I want to do in life.