What Home is to Me

What is a home if it’s not the same as a house? Many people will ask. For me it’s where I’m loved, unjudged, and safe. In my home people can come out and say their in the LGBT+ community. It’s so fantastic to be able to have that in my home! Since some people don’t have that. It’s also where you make all the good memories. A memory that I have is when me and my brothers were the only ones home and we played hide n seek in the dark! My older brother was afraid of going into the basement in the dark and we thought my older older brother was down there! We were nervous but we finally got the courage to go down there but my older older brother wasn’t even hiding down there! It was such an astonishing and funny time! But for a house I see it just as a building with some furniture, and just is boring. With no love, no protection, nothing that fits the quaities of a home. But I find beds not just with the furniture, I find it as something that goes with home. Beds are safe places. For me personally when I’m sad or I just need to be alone I go to my bed and cry in my favorite pillow and hug my big deer plushie that I’ve had since I was a toddler. I do that because my Deer Plushie means so much to me and that my room and bed is my safe place. In conclusion, home is the best place in the whole universe. When homes don’t have love, safety, won’t be judged, it's just a bare house. Every house needs to become a home. I love my home and what's inside it.