What home means to me

Home is not a place, it is a feeling. My home is more than 4 walls and a roof. Inside those 4 walls, I have memories. Home is where I laugh, cry, play, and learn. Home is where I heal from stress and pain. Inside my home, I have a family, a kind-hearted family. I am not judged inside my home, I can be me. I feel safe inside my home. You will never forget home, it’s like home is a part of your brain. I feel calm inside my home, nobody stresses me out. I feel alive. Home is where I grow, home has made me a strong and confident boy. I feel rooted inside my home. I feel like I will never leave, sometimes you have a big home, or a small home, but it does not matter, what matters is that you have a home. Home is where you find love. Home is fun, Home is where I will try to achieve my dreams. Without my home, I would not have been like this. I feel cared for in my home. My home is not a house, it is a safe and secure home. This is my essay about home and I hope Habitat for Humanity grows