Many teenagers, at the age of 18, want to move out of their parent's home and gain independence. However, I wonder if they have ever thought about the meaning of living at home. After I read “On Going Home,” by Joan Didion, I realized that, to her, home was a place where she spent her childhood. Furthermore, home was also a place full of memories with family, according to Chang-Rae-Lee, the author of “Coming Home Again." As an international student who has living far away from home for three years, I used to ask myself what was the real meaning of home to me, and finally, I recognized that home was everything to me. Home is defined by traditions of many different cultures, memories, affection, and forgiveness. According to Didion, home was not only a place for her to spend her childhood, but also a place full of love and peace when she came back after being trouble in her marriage. That led her to state that “Marriage is the classic betrayal” (1). She wrote that her husband didn’t like her family, because he thought her family “live in dusty house (he once wrote “D.U.S.T” with his finger on surfaces all over the house." Moreover, Didion’s brother, who didn’t understand anything of her husband, referred him, (in his presence, as Joan’s husband). That also led to a distinction between her and her family. She wrote “some nameless anxiety colored the emotional charges between me and the place I came from”(2). Even though Didion had a hard time spending with her family, she still thought her home as a place that she was born and spent her child hood with her family. Didion said that: “By home I do not mean the house in Los Angeles, where my husband and I and the baby live, but the place where my family is, in the Central Valley of California”(3). She also proved that home was the place where she enjoyed many happy memories. By opening the drawer, her childhood was recalled through a bathing suit she wore in summer when