What Home Means to Me

Home means different things to everyone. It is usually something, somewhere, or someone that they love. Anyways, this is what home means to me. Home is not a house, tower, or structure. Home is a place filled with love and warmth found in every corner. Home is a place where memories last. Home is a place that is most welcoming, with scents of soup and rice drifting through the air. Home is a place with albums and walls full of pictures. Home is not a place with four walls and a roof. Instead, it might be part of a book or a brew. I think of home when my face is in a book - when I am in a wonderland. It gives me a feeling that is most awesome. I love my home!