A House is not a Home
A House is not a Home A house is a place where you have food, water and a roof over your head but a home is where you feel safe and loved. My home feels like a warm hug and cozy warm blanket. If you were to look at my house, you would see a brown-ish black house but for me a house filled with love is a home. If home were a taste it would be fresh chocolate cookies right out of the oven. If you heard my home you would hear the big birds chirping in the sky. If you were to look out of my house you would see the big mountains beside my house. If home was a feeling it would be the hot sun and the air as I jump up and down on my trampoline.