The Meaning of Home

Is there a true meaning of home or is it the love and joy you feel when you go home? For me it doesn’t matter where, just with who. It could be those bad dad jokes where you get interrupted with a moo! Seeing your family photo and remembering your parents yelling “SMILE!” Or trying to get them right even though its taken a while. Home is where you hide from bad weather. It could be just finding a sweater. Joy and love can fill your home. And nothing can change that, not even a gnome. It might be those stupid and hurtful petitions. All those unwanted and unuseful missions. Home is where you make amends. It could be just seeing things through a different lens. I know every family should have a home. And Habitat for Humanity is a great way to go.