What Home Means to Me

To me, home doesn’t always have to be a house. It can be a feeling, a scent and home is where I can feel safe and loved. To many, you can call any house a home. It doesn’t matter what's in it. But to me, it’s what's around the house that makes it feel like home. Home is where you can kick your shoes off and fall onto your bed after a full day of fun activities. Home is where you play games with your family on a Friday night. Eating pizza and chatting about your week. Home is a place where you can make memories, some bad, some good. Home doesn’t always have to be a building either. It can be a beach! Jumping off a dock into the refreshing water on a hot summer day with the sun glaring down on me. It can be on my trampoline. Bouncing with my friends, getting things off our chests. Of course you can call a house a home, but it doesn’t have to be your house. I feel at home when I’m at my friends house, my grandparents house. Even when I’m at a hotel I consider it home. Because I feel safe and loved. That's what matters to me. Really, as long as I’m with family and friends who love me, I’m at home. I love Habitat for Humanity because they help many people each year. I hope many people can feel the things I feel when I’m at home. It doesn’t have to be the structure of a house that makes it a home. To me, it’s what's inside.