Home

Home means many things to me. A home is more than a structure that holds belongings. A home isn’t just bricks and stones but it could mean family or fun. Maybe it’s the memories that make a place a home. But home might not even be the place you live. Home is the place you love. Home might mean the mountains, the sea, the sky. Or maybe home means a different country. What makes my house a home are the memories, the books I have, my family, and the fact that I know where I am. The magical thing about home is that it feels good to leave but even better to come back. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling. Home is where you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to. Home is where I was raised. Where I played, laughed, learned, and cried. It’s where I became me. I believe a home is more than four walls and a roof overhead. Home is an environment. It’s a feeling that greets me when I walk through the door. It’s the people who wait for me to get home. Home is where I became myself. Not physically, but mentally. It’s a mold that forms who you are. Home is made of experiences. At home, I feel safe. I know I can always come home. After all, home is where the heart is.