The Meaning of Home

Home Is A Place Where I Can Feel Safe And Surrounded By A Lot Of Live Laugh Love Signs, And Surrounded By Love, But Sometimes That Love Turns To Anger, Turning The Home Into A House, Then Turning Into A Fight. But The Anger And Hate Will Heal And Your House Will Heal And Become A Home Again Where You Can Make More Memories And Wash Out All The Old Bad Memories In The Noisy Washing Machine That Has The Longest, Loudest Most Obnoxious Song In The Entire World To Tell You It's Done. I Live In Two Homes, My Mom's And My Dads, Both Houses Are My Home Even Though I Visit My Dad On Wednesday, Sunday And Every Other Weekend Sometimes Including Friday Nights. But They Are My Homes No Matter What. If Either Of My Parents Move, I’m Going To Be Sad Because I Love Home, Both Of Them, Equally. Now Everyone's House Has A ¨Downside¨ My Home Is No Exception. Moms House: Floors Are Cold And So Are The Walls Because We Are In Our Basement With Grandma And Grandpa Upstairs So Basically Every Wall Is An Outside Wall. Dads House; Not Finished Basement But To Be Fair We Did Have A Flood In The Basement Soo, It's Still Not Finished And I Have Woken Up Many Times In The Middle Of The Night Because Of Our Freakishly Loud Washing Machine And Dryer, Also Because The Dishwasher Being Crazy Annoying. Well I Guess What Home Means To Me Is, A Place I Can Go And Be Accepted By The People I Love. Oh Also Can’t Forget About The Live Laugh Love Signs...