The Meaning Of Home To Me
A Home is where you will always be loved no matter what you do. Where you can always be yourself. A home is where you are special, where your family is and where you always want to be. A home is made with love and care. Where you can share your worries or let them float away.
A house is a structure made with splintery wood covered up by cold paint and installation. Where your worries stay and you can’t get rid of them.
A home is where I feel safe because i know that the walls are there to protect me.
A house is where every creak, leak and groan of the house settling sends a cold chill down my spine.
A home is where I am always cozy and have a nice bed from where you can watch the rain fall by the oak tree out your window.
A house is a place where you are always cold even if you put five sweaters on. A house is where you dread the rain and how when it trickles through the large cracks in the ceiling.
A home is where, when you make a joke, you topple over laughing with your friends even if it’s not that funny.
A house is where, when you make a hilarious joke you chuckle a couple times then forget all about it.
I can’t imagine not having a home even to live in and to spend my time in.
I cherish all the warm evenings at home with my family and friends. I’m grateful I don’t have to spend those times outside with nowhere to go. It is sad that the homeless have to.
Home is so important to me because I am one of the lucky ones who have a place to go.