Home is where the heart is.

Home is Where the Heart is “There’s no place like home”, there really is not. A house, something that is bought. A home can be in all sizes, small, medium, large. Home is where I sleep, where my energy is charged. I wake up every morning, to the pretty blue of the lake, go to the kitchen, maybe something to bake. I see the sun shining, on beautiful days, and when there's a storm, I put on my show, and watch away. When you think about it, it really is true, you love home, and home loves you. It’s always there, when your sad, happy mad. It was there when you learned how to subtract and add. Home was there when you took your first steps, home was there when you sent your first text. Home is where I play hide and seek and I catch the seeker peek. Home is my safe place, where I shelter from the world. When I sleep, that’s where I enter DreamWorld. Home is where we stay warm and cozy in the winter, as if we were sitting by a fire. Home is where you wash your clothes, using the washer and dryer. I love my home, you should too! Some people don’t have a home and don’t have a clue. They don’t have a clue about how it feels to know you are safe, and have somewhere to sleep. Home is yours, something you can keep. Home is where the heart is.