The True Meaning of Home

The meaning of my home is not the size but the memories I make in it. It is about my family and friends that walk in and out the door. The things in your house are temporary. However, the memories are forever. The coziest memories and moments can fill a heart with joy when looked upon. There are future memories ahead of us. Looking back at old pictures, I wish I could take myself back there. Whenever I look at old pictures it takes me back. Even if I do not enjoy a day, I always have amazing days to look back upon. Nothing will ever top the memories with my friends and family. Everyday memories from those times will enter my mind eventually. And the more memories to come to look back on in the future. Honestly, I would never trade those memories for anything else in the world.