What Home Really Means

Home is a marvelous place to be. My home is where I belong. My home is where I stay with my family. I like being home, as it is always full of love. No matter where I am, where I’m from, how people think of me, I’ll always have a place to call home. I live in my home, I have memories bubbling around it, happy or sad. I’ll never forget home as long as I live. Home never can be destroyed. It’s connected you and everything you learned, loved and remembered there. Home isn’t a house. You get to choose your home. What you love is part of your home, where you’re free. Home is where I grew up, and you might have, too. I’ll never be lonely when I think about home. Even if it’s very small or big, home will still rest in everyone’s hands. Home is like a comfy place to be. If it’s big or small, that doesn’t matter! No one but yourself can change your home. We should all have a home, No one should ever be alone, We all are alike. Home is a marvelous place to be.