Meaning of Home

To me home is a feeling not a place, a home can be for anyone no matter your body or face. Home is where my family joins, celebrates and has fun, we spend time together and play out in the beautiful hot sun. We eat dinner at the table together and the food my mother or father cooks is so delicious with the splendid aroma that fills the air with joy. We laugh, we love, and we are together, that is what really matters. I have a bed to sleep in, food and water to eat and drink, and I am grateful to have a house and a home. To me there is a difference, like I said before a home is feeling a house is a structure. Not everyone can have or can live in a house, but everyone can have a home, and everyone can have good memories in their home. I know in my home my family and I have so many great memories like my sister and I playing her terrifying horror games but still they were great memories together, in our home. Or when we all watch the super bowl together and spend holidays with other family members as well those are the good memories I have in my home. Along with the time when we just recently went to Jamaica in August of last year those were some of the best memories with my family. Although they weren’t in my house It was still home while we were there because I was with my family. Everyone deserves a house but not everyone has one. I am so grateful to have a house but honestly, I am just as grateful and happy to have a home. A home can be anywhere, it could be in a forest, in a community, in the mountains, maybe even on the streets but that is where you live. It doesn’t have to be a structure it only has to be where you are and where you can at least try to make memories. Where you can be you. Thankyou Habitat for Humanity for having this contest. I love sharing what home is to me and I adore helping people in need. Sincerely, Eliza. Williams