What Home Means To Me

A house has rooms. A home has memories. A house is just a building made of walls and a roof, but a home is where I feel safe, loved, and where all my best memories happen. When I think of home, I think of a place where I sit with my mom while making warm hot cocoa on cold winter days. I know I'm home when I can hear my mom making dinner and my sister playing music from her room. I think of a house as just a place where people sleep and keep their things. But a home is where your heart is, it’s the laughter, the hugs, the moments that make you smile. It feels warm and full of love, like you belong there no matter what. When I get home from school the first thing I see are big hugs all around from both my mom and dad just for me. What my home means to me is a space where comfort runs free, where my family and my feelings live, growing deeper and deeper with love day by day. A home is not a building, it's a feeling. Thank you Habitat for humanity. I hope you change peoples lives with these writing pieces, and with all the good work that you do helping people to make happy memories with their own families.