Home is a never ending journey. I feel loved when I’m at home. Home is where I love to be. My home makes me feel safe. Home is where I can be myself. A home can be a box, it can be a cave, it can even be a hole, but home has to be loved. I love my room. When I crawl into bed under my covers I feel all warm inside.
I love my home so much. Let’s say that you go to someone else’s house how do you feel uncomfortable or scared? That is like the opposite of how I feel about my home.