MY HOME

When I think of home I think of love, joy and happiness. Many people think of home as just a building, or a small apartment, but then they are very wrong. House means a building, or a space to live, but a home is not a place, nor is it a thing. It is more like a feeling, or a suggestion inside your head. Home is not the house, it is the things inside that house. It is the hopes, the dreams, the people, and the pets that the house holds inside itself like family and love many more that makes it truly a home. Home will always be a place for me to express myself in all that's right. Each and every morning, each and every night. Your home doesn't need to be big to have a story because the story you create has its own glory. And even if I didn't have a house you would still have a home.