Home is a feeling not a place

Home to me is not just a place, its a feeling. What i love most about my home is who i share it with. My mom ( my bestfriend) , Cam, my nanny and my sister. Sometimes i wish my dad was here but he has his own life in New Brunswick. Home has always been my rock and my safe place. I am grateful to have the home i live in. Home is where i became, me. When I walk through the door, my dog and my sister are always there to greet me at the door. There is nothing more important than a good, safe, secure home. I think everyone deserves to have somewhere safe and warm to sleep at night. My home is also my comfort zone. I feel the most comfortable there. I can be myself and I can talk to my family about my problems. It's very relaxing. Other places stress me out and i get super nervous. I feel like a home is more than just four walls and a roof over your head. Its full of love, laughter, growth, tears and memorable moments. I could never imagine what it would be like without one. That is why Im so grateful for everything i have and appreciate what my “ Home “ has given me.