Home Is Not Just a House

Home. Physically, my home is a three-floor house located on a street in a community. But a home is more than a house. So are all homes. They don’t have to be big brick houses or huge mansions. They don’t even have to have walls. Home is my family. Home is a feeling where I am safe. Home is where I don’t care about the dangers outside because I’m with my family, I know I am safe and nothing else matters. It’s the memories I had and will have with my family and friends. Home is going to school, adopting my cat, and so much more. Even if I move to another address, city, province or country I will still have these memories. The feeling of home won’t just remain in one place, it will move with me wherever I may go. My mom always complains about living in the city. Sure, there are some things I don’t like, the leaky roof at the backdoor and how cold it is in the basement, but I wouldn’t leave it. Sometimes I get so caught up in the everyday annoyances, I forget how lucky I am. Some people don’t have a home and I should feel happy. But I’m not happy knowing that there are so many people who don’t have a home. People say everyone needs a house but that's wrong. Everyone needs a home.