Meaning of home

The meaning of home The meaning of home for me is a lot; so let me name what i think of when I hear “home”. First of all, I think of love and family. My parents, my brother, my pets. I also think of the things that belong to me. My comfortable bed and my cozy blankets that keep me warm. Soft, fluffy pillows to set your head on. My clothes. I also think of all my memories. Even the bad ones can sometimes cheer you up, if you really think about it. Like the other day, my mom was at work and it was just me, my brother and my dad. We had to clean the basement, so we went to the basement and had to get something from the crawl space. My dad went in and smelt something weird. There was a massive leak and it was everywhere. It was super stressful. A bunch of childhood memory books got soaked, damaged and were falling apart. But together, we saved all the books but one, dried the crawlspace and cleaned the basement. That just goes to show how much familys love each other, and even if everything in there got destroyed, we would still have each other, which is all we would ever need. Nobody got hurt, which is all that mattered in that moment. Every time I think of that day, it makes me feel happier, even though it was really stressful and we were all super tired. Then we have the happy memories. We all have them, but everyones are special, and i’m here to share some of mine. Everytime someone in my family gets sick, we snuggle up on the couch and watch zoo documentaries for hours on end, hanging out as a family. Getting picked up from school when i was 5 to go meet my baby brother for the first time and immediatly falling in love, even though i had cried for hours previously because i wanted a baby sister. Eating delicious food my family makes. Having a huge family get together for Christmas and playing a bunch of fun games. Just in general hanging out with family is a memory. That’s what home means for me.