What home means to me

What Home Means To Me By Semi What does home actually mean to me? To me, home means not one, but more matters. First and foremost, I think that home means a safe, cheerful place, where you are respected and enjoyed. But what about those people without homes? Everybody deserves to learn the real meaning of home. When I began to write this essay, I didn’t think much about the idea of home. But today, I have found out that home implies more. Home means to me a pleasant, happy place where you can go, laugh, and learn. It’s someplace where you are known, honored, and cared for. I know all homes aren’t like that though so I am grateful that I'm in a home where I'm cared for. When I think of home, it’s a place where everyone can be friends and enjoy each other's company. I think of home as a place of love and a place where you can tell people things you don’t tell others. Home to me, is supposed to be a place like a small community with different people in it. All homes cannot be great or loving made. They could be difficult, non-loving, toxic and many more things. Most homes we have consist of our family but homes could be built with friends or colleagues. Not everyone has a home. Homes, to me, are built with emotions and a group of people that come together. Homes are meant to be different, with cultures, beliefs and varying perspectives. To me, home could be a family, a house, a dorm that you live in with someone new or a friend. For example, the retirement house group on TikTok is like a community or in other words, a small home. It is built up of old people who are friends and they want to enjoy their lives and time together by making TikToks. They may be old but they acknowledge each other and built a little loveable home. A home is an institution for people needing accommodation and the place where one lives permanently especially as a member of a family or a household. A home does not necessarily mean that it has to be people from families or a household. For me, home is like a community. The different homes we have and the people we share it with is like one small community apart from one big one. For example, my neighborhood is a little community. In my little neighborhood home community we basically know everyone and we treat everyone with respect and kindness and also make new friends along the way. What I'm trying to conclude on what home means to me is that we are loved and feel like ourselves in our homes and also God made all homes different and to be filled with cherishable moments and share it with the people who matter to us. What I'm trying to say is that to me, home is like a small community and there are different types of homes. I’ve also concluded that a home doesn't just mean one thing to me, it means all sorts of things like accommodation, a group of people and many more. This is what home means to me and my point of view on how I see it. The reading ‘‘Home is where the heart spirit is’’ by Gaius Plinius Secundus, says it all. THANKS for reading my essay ?