What I Think Home Means

What I think Home is. Home is not about fun. Well, I mean, it is, but not amusement park fun. Not shopping fun. Not even expensive fun. Not at all. home is being with the people you love. Sure, it can be at an amusement park, a mall, or it could be a trip to the movies, but the best home of all is with the people you love, baking cookies, laughing, playing board games. watching a movie on your own TV is just as good. Now, would you hang out with your friend, or your best friend? A person you're not the closest with, or the person who probably would murder someone for you? Someone who would do anything for you? You would have to pick your best friend. Because they are a part of your home. Not the type of building, home, but, you know, home. Take that as a note. For parents. Strangers or parents? Parents, right? You don't have the same memories with strangers. Actually, you don't have any memories with them. Because they aren't a part of your home. Your safe place.