What Home Is To Me

Home to me is like an ocean. There are ups, and downs. But that never makes me stop calling it my home. Home to me is like a cloud. It can go through rough storms and sunny days. But that never makes me stop calling it my home. Home to me is like a book waiting to be written. Stories and memories are being created every day. Whether they are sad stories or happy stories. But that never makes me stop calling it my home.