My meaning of home

Not everyone’s meaning of home is the same, we all have different interpretations of home. For some people, home isn't all that great, they may find their place in the world somewhere else. Even if you don't live there, anywhere can be home. My home is what makes me happy, I have everything I need right there with me. I have my family, my bunnies, and even one of my best friends right next to me. When I'm not in my house that doesn't matter, as long as I'm with my family I am home, because home is not a place it's the people. At home I feel safe, and secure to be whoever I want to be. I can always recognise the sounds, and smells of home that make me proud of where I live, and who I am. A home could be an alleyway, or a foster house, as long as you have the things, or people you love around you. Maybe not for others, but for me home is family, home is love, and everyone deserves to be loved, nobody has to be alone, or be perfect, and you shouldn't be pressured to do so either. All I know is that everyone always has someone who loves them, even if you don't know, to me, that's what makes home so special.