Home Matters

To me it doesn’t matter how the house looks.or where in the world it is. All that matters is if I'm with my family. My home is where my family is. And even when I have to leave I will always visit or call and in my heart I will know my home is where my family is. Also my home is where I feel safest. My home is where I feel loved. I also love how colourful the inside of my house is. In my home we play a special kind of monopoly where my siblings always hide money in their sleeves [on second thought I think that is just them cheating]. but for a long time new years eve was one of the few times everyone in my family would just get together. We would play games and watch movies and eat appetizers instead of dinner. These are just a few of my thoughts on the meaning of my home.