What Home Means to Me

A house is like a black and white picture, it does not yet have the emotion and warmth of a home until you make those loving memories in it. Then it is as if you are turning that dull picture into a beautiful and colourful painting. I can feel free in my home, like no one will judge me for being who I am. That should not be a luxury or a privilege, it should be a right. I have not written this to win, but to understand what it is like to have no home. I want to make a change because a home is filled with warmth and no one should be denied that comfort. I am very lucky to have the home that I live in. When I am at my house I feel sheltered but when I am at home I feel love from my family. Sometimes I get stressed, I have a thousand pound boulder weighing me down, but that moment where I am enlightened by my family's support, that moment describes home. It describes it better than this essay. No I don’t have a diamond necklace or a golden ring, I have something better, something that some people don’t get, I have a home. I do not understand not having a home because I have never been without my home, but I know that there are way too many people that have to go without that comfort. 235,000 Canadians, that is who I am writing this for, those 235,000 people that have no safe place to sleep at night. All the emotions that you feel help make a home, they help make a dull picture into a colourful painting.