Meaning of home

My house is made of walls, ceiling, and floor. But one day it might not be there any more, but one thing I will always have is the memories I made in it. Playing with my siblings, cuddling with my pets, eating delicious meals, and sleeping in a warm cozy bed. Every day when I’m done with school and I get off the bus, I walk by all these houses that do not mean much to me, but every house belongs to a family, with different traditions, memories and fun. Even if the house is empty, at one point it belonged to a family, maybe a small one or maybe just a guy and his cats but to someone that house meant everything. To me, home is not just where you live, but somewhere you feel welcome, happy, and loved. To me, home is my church, my grandparents’ house and my house. To me home is my safe place.