Home

When I'm at home I feel loved. I can share and be who I want to be. I feel shelter and I'm very grateful for what I have even though what's happening in the world. I'm learning from different people in my home and I've been taught to be strong and stand up for the ones I love. I feel special, though not being spoiled, and I feel special from the warmth and the smell of food that has been made with love. I feel special because of the moments and the memories; even the furniture and the smell of love, and the memory of roaming the halls. All these things make me feel at home. Home is where my animals are. Nothing beats the feeling of when you go home and pick up your pets. With snuggles and love, you feel their soft fur as they purr away. I feel that this makes a great difference in my home. I wonder if you go home and you're welcomed with love? At home, I can just relax. It is a place that I can get away from judgement. I don't have to act differently. I am able to just let go and feel. Without any fear of getting embarrassed, I can cry. I can just be me. Home is really hard to explain. In other words it's hard to put into words. It's hard to describe. It's not the walls, it's not the roof, it's not the floor and it’s not furniture. It's a feeling, not really a place. In fact, I’d go so far to say that it’s also the people, the memories, and the times that you spent thinking about what’s next. Because of this, home makes me strong and free. I can stand up and shout from the rooftops at the top of my lungs. I'm strong, like an eagle. All in all, it is so hard to describe what home means to me. Sometimes I think about how annoying it may be that I can't do many things. And I don't always get what I want. But then I just take a second and think: look at what I have, look at what I've been given. I then just think of other people, about little kids who don’t have much love, and they don't have a warm house to go to. I think about this and then I realize that even when I don’t get what I want, I am lucky because I have a home. So when you ask what home truly means to me, I don't know because it is hard to describe! But what I do know is that I'm loved. And If I'm with my family I don't even need a house. And if that's not home then what is?