Home is Not a Place

Home is not a place, it can be anywhere, whether it's in a house, a hotel, or even a tent. I think home is where your loved ones are. If I’m at my grandparent’s house for a big family thanksgiving dinner with my cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents and my family, I’d feel safe, loved and I’d feel at home. If I’m with my brothers playing video games laughing and having fun, I’d feel at home. Also, if I’m with my dog rubbing my fingers through his soft and warm fur and feeling so much love for him, I could feel it pouring out of me, I’d feel at home. Or of course settling down beside my dog stroking his soft fur, that’s what home means to me because, a home is not a place a house is.