What home means to me

A home is not a place made with bricks and walls, it is made out of your own emotions, feelings, and family and friends. Home is where I was raised up and where I played, laughed, and cried. I believe that home is way more than just 4 walls and a roof on top. Home is an environment that greets me with a pleasant feeling whenever I take a step in from the smooth brown door. Home is where I can share my stuff with and be myself. Home is where I can do anything and mostly feel free. Home is where my heart is. Home is what I adore. Without my home, I am just a simple body. My home is better than anything, even better than a futuristic plane with a giant pool inside it! My home can be almost anything, it can even be a little rented room with only 200 square feet or it can even be a 3900 square feet place with futuristic appliances! My home can be tiny or it can be gigantic. It could be made out of mud or sticks. It could even be made out of blocks of snow or even bricks! What home truly means to me is that to have a joyful and a secure place for me and my family to live… I have a question for all of you guys, what does home truly mean to you?