My house is not my home.

When I walk into my house, it is not the same as my home. My home is love. My home is family. My house may have a roof, and walls. It may have bedrooms, and halls, but it will never be the same as my home. My home is where I laugh, where I feel safe, and where I belong. My home might be noisy, messy, and more. Although this is where I live. My home has a is with family and friends, it is a place that can not be replaced. I may move houses, on and on, but my home will stay with me forever. My home is the best.