Home is not just an address

Home is not just an address; home is a person who holds past falls and fails. Home is the person who saw me cry, helped me with my struggles, and stayed with me when I was unbearable. Home lets me be free, without worrying about being too loud. Home is my resting place Home is a friend that holds memories its not a stranger, or new, it still wakes me up with the sound of the coffee maker every morning and the smell of eggs, and bacon It grew with me and saw me face all my challenges, and helped me get through them. My home watches my struggles and fails and helps me keep up with them. Home is not just random bricks, a building, or a structure; it's a cozy little home that protects me, hugs me, and holds all my best memories. It's not just a random place; it's my best friend who comforts me, cares for me, and is definitely not just a bunch of random numbers and bricks. Home is the best one in the neighbourhood and always stands out. Home is kind, protecting, warm, and cozy, a great hugger, and the best memory holder! Home is the place that holds me accountable and teaches me my skills and responsibilities. Home is the place that shapes me for the future.