What Home Means To Me

Bricks and mortar make a house, but only people make it a home. Home is the most important thing in our lives. We start and end the day at home, the two most important times of the day. When I think of home, I think of cozy emotions. I feel warm, safe, and loved by my family. Home is a place where I can be myself. I don’t have to pretend I’m strong nor do I have to hold back tears. I don’t have to fit into any specific mold of society when I am at home, because I belong. At home, everyone accepts me. Home is where I feel the love and joy of those around me. I feed off the empowering energy, the love and the happiness of my family. When I think of home, I think of my dad and I sitting down, watching television and my cat snuggling warmly against me. Positive memories are created at home. A home is where I will make memories that I will reflect on later in my life and think, “Those were good times.” A home is a place for bonding, for coming together and a place where joy thrives. Home is where happy feelings seem to burst out everywhere until you are covered in a swarm of good emotions. Home is where I go for safety and protection when my worst nightmares and fears overwhelm me, from almost everywhere except home. Home is a safety valve. Home has no fears. I can confide in my family without having to worry about a thing. The word home is very psychological. When I picture home, I think of good memories. I recall feelings and transport myself back to those moments in time. There is no doubt, home is a great place. Home is where I feel safe, where I can be myself, where I feel happy feelings, and where I start and end the day. That is what home means to me.