What Home Means To Me

What home means to me. When I think of home I think of my family and the memoires that we share. Family is a number one thing for me when I think of home because we care for one another, My family also shares joyful memories together. Even if I don’t have a roof over my head as long as I have family I am home. My family is my home and my life because the bring joy and care to me and others. Family is and always my home. Home is not just a place for rest and shelter it’s where care and love is spread. Home is love that spreads joy and comfort among me and my family. Others home might be diffrent than mine but what I think home is, it’s the joy and love when stories and jokes shared among the dinner table. Home is not home without love that is shared with my family. Picture home with out feeling safe doesn’t sound right huh. Home is somewhere to be and should feel safe. Safe as in you’re being cared for and protected because your loved ones and God is with you. I feel safe at home because I know I’m never alone and always being protected. I feel blessed at home. Not many people have a home or house. So that’s why I’m greatful to have a home. I feel blessed and happy when me and my family spend time together. Home can be any where even in heaven, you don’t even need a house to be home. Home is great place to spend time with one another.