what a home means to me

To me a home is a place that you can go to when you are down,a place where you are always welcome no matter what, a place that carries memories new and old. A home is a place where you can get up and dance or sing at the top of your lungs and no one will judge you. A home is shelter and a very safe place. A home is built of love and dreams. A home is magic. home is where you feel loved ,appreciated and safe.When you take a journey to the heart you will always end up at the home. Some people call a huge mansion a home and some people call a little shack a home, but they all have one thing in common they all make you feel safe and loved and nothing will ever stop that “home” feeling .A home is an amazing feeling.Home is a feeling and a place but mostly a feeling. Anyone can call something a house but only some people can call it a home.A home has sentimental value and attachment to you.Everyone deserves a home. My home is built of walls and beams but what really matters is the people that are inside and the love and appreciation for it. That is what home means to me.