What home means to me

Home is where I can love unconditionally; and where there are others who love me back. Home is where I spoke my first words, and learned how to walk. When I am in my house and look outside, I know I am safe from anything, but it is also where I learned to stand up for myself, and for others who are not able to. My sister in my home, is loving and energetic. When I hear her play violin, I hear pure joy, hope and inspiration. Inside my home, I am respected and valued, and when I am down, my family brings me back up. When I am sad, I know there is somewhere in my home to cry. When I am sick, my home is waiting for me, to motivate me, lift me up and support me. Every bad day I have gone through, every bad thought passed through my mind, my home has been there to stabilize me, to ground me. Home is where I can be me and no one is there to judge it. My home is much more than walls and a roof, more than shelter, more than something you sell when you're done with it. If I move, I will never forget this house, my home, the home I grew up in, where I was raised. I will never forget the life in this home, the love, the laughter. I will never forget the memories, buried within these walls, not for any sum of money. Home is where I am loved, home is where I am free.